"Oh, Aunt Zuo, your Little Si sure is vicious. Beating a grown man that badly… If you don't get her under control, who's going to dare marry a girl that tough?" The woman who had spoken first started spouting nonsense again. She seemed to think she'd said something hilarious and let out a cackle.
Zuo Daya's expression immediately hardened. With a loud CLANG, she slammed down the basin in her hands.
"What kind of crap is that? What's wrong with my daughter? They came to our house to rob us, and she's not allowed to fight back? A grown man gets beaten to a pulp by a six-year-old, and instead of calling him useless, you're blaming my daughter for being too strong? What kind of twisted logic is that? Don't tell me you've got something going on with that man and are just trying to pick a fight with me." Zuo Daya was not one to be polite. 'If you're going to bad-mouth my daughter, I can sling some mud right back at you.'
