Hua Xiaomai was immediately delighted, nodding repeatedly, "No problem at all, I just knew Mom is the most reasonable!"
Her thoughts shifted to another matter, and with a playful grin, she said, "How about... I negotiate another deal with Mom?"
"You're pushing your luck!" Meng's mother placed her hands on her hips, her eyebrows shooting up, "What is it now?"
"About that chili..." Hua Xiaomai pursed her lips, "Mom, you don't let me into the kitchen every day, and I know you do it for my own good, but ever since we got that chili, I haven't had the chance to properly use it in a dish, and my hands are just itching to do so. Mom, you're always so understanding, could you indulge me this once? Our yard is overflowing with chilis, more than anyone else's. If others have already used it to cook, and you still don't know what it tastes like, wouldn't that be a bit funny?"
