Su Ping listened in a confused haze, and asked puzzledly, "As wives, aren't we supposed to be capable of doing things? If you're a lazy one, people will stab you in the back for it."
Sisi sighed again. This is the sad part about being a woman; if a woman can't work, she's called a stupid wife, but if she's too capable, although her reputation might be good, the one who suffers is the woman herself!
"Let's go. We should find a restaurant and have lunch. It's on me," said Sisi as she stood up and pulled Su Ping to leave.
"I'm not going for lunch; I have to go back and make lunch for Old Zhu and the children." Although Su Ping really wanted to eat out, she thought about her husband and children at home and shook her head to refuse.
"You really are the worrying type, isn't Old Zhu at your home capable of cooking? And your daughter is already twelve, can't she make meals by now? Besides, even if they can't cook, there's always the canteen, right?"
