"Handsome, can you help me take out the rice cooker?"
Funeral clothes old lady repeated again.
"Can't you take it yourself?"
Liu Zheng cautiously used honorifics.
"I'm old now, my legs aren't nimble, and I can't lift my arms."
Funeral clothes old lady sighed.
"Poor old woman I am, with a son who isn't filial, a daughter-in-law who isn't filial, and over a hundred daughters who are all ingrates."
As she spoke, she started sobbing.
Although you could hear the crying, there were no tears to be seen.
Over a hundred daughters, did you study 'Postpartum Care of Sows' by any chance?
"Do all your daughters' names contain a 'Di'?"
"Yes. Handsome, how did you know?"
Funeral clothes old lady asked.
"I'm somewhat familiar with folk customs."
No wonder her son and daughters are unfilial.
Over a hundred 'Di' barely bring any brothers. Clearly, it's a case of being unwilling to come and another of being unwilling to call.
