Li Xiang was turning her head to watch the commotion when Li Dawei suddenly roared, "Xiang, get inside, quick! Close the door! Block the windows!"
What was she still looking at? The rats were already in the house next door!
"You brought the rice back?" Zhao Yingying walked toward the two of them, her face all smiles, as she reached out for the large bags of rice.
Li Xiang shoved her away, her eyes filled with disgust. "What are you doing? These are the rations for my brother and me. None for you. A woman your age who can't even cook a meal, what good are you?"
"Dawei," Zhao Yingying said, looking wronged as she turned to Li Dawei. "I'm not used to that earthen stove of yours."
This time, Li Dawei didn't indulge her like he had the past two days. He frowned and said, "She has a point. Xiang is right. You're a grown woman and you can't even cook."
"If you knew how to cook, we wouldn't have had to hire Zhu Huizhen to do it. Wasting all that food every time."
