Xuexue couldn't help but want to chuckle again! It seems that this old hag wants to hog all the benefits—where in the world does it ever work out so conveniently? How wishfully she thinks.
"Grandmother, didn't you just say we are your granddaughters and should support you? Now when Chuner is still young, and we don't have the means yet, shouldn't you be supporting us for a while?" Xuexue asked with a smile beaming on her face.
"Support my ass, you're all just losing propositions; the Mo family certainly doesn't have the rice to feed you."
Old Lady Mo looked impatient, "Scram, scram, scram!" She began waving her hands to shoo them away as though she truly feared Xuexue would linger and expect meals from the Mo family.
Xuexue's smile vanished, replaced by a chilly tone, "Then, Grandmother, remember not to cause trouble in our fields. If there's so much as a single incident, don't blame me for not being courteous."
