"Old woman, I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Why worry so much about things that are so far off? I actually find Xixi quite smart, and she isn't deliberately acting spoiled. Isn't she always eager to help?"
"Is her help sincere? If she were truly helpful, our son wouldn't be the one washing the dishes." She sighed.
"Women are always so petty. I'm telling you, our son's a grown man; washing dishes once won't kill him. Excessively doting mothers ruin their children! You've never doted on me this much..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't I taken care of you for decades?"
The old man grinned. "You just can't stand the thought of our son treating another woman better than you. But you need to understand, sooner or later, our son will marry and have children. He and his wife will be their own family. Our parental duties will be complete then."
"He and his wife will be their own family? Then we won't be his family anymore?"
