"Look at how Xiaxia is speaking, what more do you want in terms of faithfulness? Isn't this it?" Mrs. Luo was slightly embarrassed but she has always had thick skin. After she said the first sentence, the second one came out more smoothly.
"Heavens, you couldn't possibly plan on gifting my grandad a basket of turnips as your New Year gift, could you?" Yang Chuxia kicked the basket of turnips and pointed towards the gifts Mrs. Liu brought on the table, and said, "See that? Those are what we call New Year gifts, got it? They have meat, clothes, sweets and snacks. What is this you brought? Do you take my grandad for a rubbish picker? You think a basket of crappy turnips is enough? Also, these are undergrown turnips."
Yes, the turnips were indeed undergrown.