"Qian'er, your uncle is coming today. I've made fried meat and smoked chicken legs just for you. Get up and have some."
"I don't want any." The cruelest thing is seeing so much food when you're already full.
Jia Xiufang didn't like hearing this and sat on her bed, counting her out.
"Look at you, not tall, and always making a fuss. You're already not tall and dare to try dieting. You're a bit overweight now, but that's better than being blown away by the wind!"
Jia Xiufang thought Chen Xiaoqian was not eating because she wanted to lose weight, and this made Xiaoqian fume.
This is a real mom, truly, because who else would call someone short and then call them fat?
"Mom, I'm not dieting. I'm just full. I ate while I was out."
"That's not acceptable. Eat some more." If the son or daughter doesn't taste something made at home, the housewife feels empty and incomplete.
Xiaoqian was forced to sit up and reluctantly ate a piece of meat, feeling it stuck in her throat.
