"How can you talk like that, brat?" Lin Xiumei felt a bit embarrassed by her son's words. "I'm already old, what do I need clothes for... When you come, give me a call, and I'll cook something delicious for you."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, well then, I'll hang up now, I just got inside."
"Alright, alright." Lin Xiumei quickly replied. "You take a good rest. By the way, when you come, see if there's any cheap stuff to bring your dad, so he won't be jealous when he sees the coat you bought me..."
"Don't worry, Mom, I've got something for him too. When I bought you the coat, they said it's a world-renowned brand and can't be bargained with, but they can throw in a cheap item as a bonus, perfect for my dad!" Yan Fei spouted nonsense.
Sometimes parents compete over who the child is closer to.
"Okay, okay..." Lin Xiumei was so amused that she couldn't close her mouth. "He doesn't mind, as long as he has something to wear. You quickly rest, I'll hang up now!"
