"Grandmother, don't worry, I won't eat it, I'm just looking," Xuexue said with a smile on her face.
"Look at what? Even if you keep looking, there's nothing for you. Get out of here and stop being an eyesore," Old Lady Mo scolded fiercely.
Suddenly, the smile vanished from Xuexue's face, and she said icily, "If I can't eat, then none of you will."
"You little wretch, what are you planning to do?"
"Nothing much, this rice might smell good, but it's too bland. I'm just adding some seasoning." As soon as Xuexue finished speaking, she poured from the can she was holding straight into the pot—swish—one can of sand went all into it.
Xuexue, seemingly not satisfied, casually picked up the large spoon usually used for scooping pig feed and stirred vigorously in the rice a few times. Now, the pot of rice was utterly ruined.
Her actions were so swift, done in one go.
Old Lady Mo was dumbfounded, and by the time she recovered, a large pot of rice was completely destroyed.
