Zhang Tao's voice was sharp and high-pitched, and her daughter-in-law subconsciously trembled. She quickly stopped what she was doing and went to the kitchen.
"Cook some dumplings for him! Ones with celery filling!" Zhang Tao shouted after her. Looking at her daughter-in-law's receding figure, Zhang Tao resentfully commented, "Tsk, she just went off without a single word of reply! I know she heard me! That woman's so quiet she might as well be a mute. She's such a wimp; she'd probably be bullied to death if she gets a daughter-in-law in the future."
Zhang Xian had already brazenly sat on Zhang Tao's rocking chair and lazily replied, "Granny, what daughter-in-law? How can I get a wife with this shabby house of ours?"