"Mom, I think it tastes pretty good," Isabel said as she picked up another piece of meat with her chopsticks.
Wendy slammed her chopsticks down on the table and said, "I've been eating for forty or fifty years. Do you think I can't tell if it's good or not? You can eat these dishes, but I won't."
"Mom, what do you want to eat? I can cook something else for you," Greg said.
Wendy's eyes widened and she became angry, saying, "Who do you think you're calling 'mom'? Don't address me so casually!"
"Auntie..."
Greg had just started speaking when Wendy became angry again.
"What 'auntie'? You and Elsa are both married and yet you still call me 'auntie'. Do you not understand basic manners?"
"Well, then what should I call you?" Greg was helpless.