Chu Shuo continued, "Brother Cao, Aunt Li, the house may be small, just a modest three-courtyard residence, but don't mind it. Live there through the winter, and if you still find it uncomfortable, I'll get you a bigger one."
The moment Elder Cao heard this, he objected immediately.
He began his usual sermon, "Second Chu, if you have that much money, why not use it to help the people? They are freezing and starving out there, suffering terribly!"
Chu Shuo gave him a side-eye, "Lord Cao, you're just like a bandit."
"What? How am I like a bandit?!"
"Bandits use knives, you use your mouth. Both are out to snatch money," Chu Shuo said, lifting his chin at him. "The people are cold and hungry, but my sister and I already have plans for that. We don't need your nagging here. You can't even manage your own household, yet you go on and on about the people."
When it came to sharp words, Chu Shuo never fell behind.
Elder Cao was left speechless with anger.