Madam Ruan, her face grimy from cooking since early morning, was nursing a bellyful of anger. She glared at Auntie Sun and snapped, "If you're not eating, get lost. I'm certainly not keen on serving you."
"Giggle giggle giggle... Is this your doing, Madam Ruan? Now that explains it. If my sister had cooked, how could it possibly turn out like this? Madam Ruan, are you sure this is even edible? If you end up giving us all diarrhea, you'll be paying the medical bills, you know."
Auntie Sun, with a mocking smile, picked up a few pieces of the unappetizingly dark vegetables with her chopsticks and held them up to Madam Ruan's face.
Today, Auntie Sun had styled her hair into a hairbun, with more hair draped over the front to cover her ears. To the uninformed, her missing ear wasn't noticeable, and now she looked more pleasing to the eye. It was as though she had regained her beauty, and her confidence could be heard in her speech.
"Slap."
