"Alright, you, people can hardly keep from hating you, yet here you are, being a nuisance," Wang Hehua slapped Yang Ruxin lightly.
Yang Ruxin stuck out her tongue.
Meanwhile, everyone around began to gossip, with the most talked-about topic naturally being whether Yang Baichuan's eggs were truly smashed.
"Xinxin, do you think Old Yang's second brother's eggs are really... Ouch, Mom, gently, it hurts..." Li Xiang looked at Yang Ruxin with burning curiosity, but before she could finish asking, Aunt Hehua pinched her ear, prompting her to hastily beg for mercy!
"So you know pain, huh? What's this talk about eggs from a young lady? Don't you feel ashamed?" Wang Hehua let go, but she couldn't help but flick her daughter's forehead.
"Mom, you're so unreasonable," Li Xiang massaged her ear, discontented. "Why can't we talk about eggs? So, if our chickens lay eggs in the future, should I say our chickens have gone down to the pen?"