"Huh," Sixth Lady Gu's face turned even more unpleasant as she heavily placed the bead string in her hand down. Her daughter stood by her side, pouting, and said, "Mother, what you made isn't as pretty as what Younger Sister made."
The younger sister she was talking about was born to Aunt Huang.
Aunt Huang was from Suzhou and Hangzhou, clever and skillful, often making small trinkets to cheer the children.
This remark was like fuel to the fire, making Sixth Lady Gu even more annoyed, and she scolded sharply, "If you're dissatisfied with what your mother made, go find someone who can do it."
Her daughter's lips trembled slightly, on the verge of crying.
Sixth Master Gu opened his eyes unhappily, annoyed, "I can't have a moment's peace all day."
He beckoned his daughter over to him, "Don't provoke your mother; she's eaten a firecracker."
Mrs. Cai, listening from outside, understood why Sixth Lady Gu was in a bad mood, but could only brace herself to wait.
