Rip your tongue

"If we wanted to be polite, then we wouldn't have asked for your help, Uncle Fu," said Shen Li with a smile as he fed candy to little Zhuang, who happily giggled. Shen Li felt his paternal instinct go mushy when he saw little Zhuang smile and laugh while flailing his lotus root-like arms. If he got pregnant, his child would look just as pretty as Zhuang or even cuter. With Yu Dong's aesthetics, their child should be beautiful as well.

"Is this the last of everything?" asked Aunt Wang once she was done loading the bride price on the ox cart. Though Yu Dong and Lang did most of the work, Aunt Wang, with her old waist, thought that she packed the entire package of gifts all on her own. She arched her back, her poor waist creaking as she did so. "If there is any more than this, then I will leave it to you two."

Yu Dong, who did the most work "....."??

Lang, who did the remaining work "....."?!

When did you even work?