Listening to Father Qi's heartfelt explanation, Mother Qi felt increasingly uneasy, not knowing what to do with her hands and feet.
"I..."
"Actually, we don't need to look far; just look at Zhuzi's wife at the west end of the village, and you'll see." Father Qi took a drag of his cigarette and said, "In the past, Zhuzi's mother used to make life hard for Zhuzi's wife, right? She wouldn't be happy if she ate an extra bowl of rice. Now look at Zhuzi's mother, living alone, getting more confused, having a meal or not—it's all because of what she did in the past. Had she not tormented her daughter-in-law then, would she be in this plight now?"
Mother Qi thought of that old lady, greasy-haired and dirty, so confused that she would soil herself without anyone caring, looking pitiful.
