"Last year, Feng Qingxue gave us a bag of brown sugar, I thought to save it for our eldest daughter who is due this month, for her postpartum care. I locked it in the cupboard, but who knew your daughter would take it out and make sweet tea with it!" Miao Fengqin was almost furious to death.
"What's the fuss over a bowl of sweet tea?" Wang Jiao grumbled, "I used to drink sweet tea before, you never said anything. Why now, you're not willing to give it to me? Do you think your daughter-in-law having a grandson is important and not your own daughter? I'm injured, why can't I drink some sweet tea? If it wasn't for you forcing me to marry into the Lu Family, would I be hiding at my grandmother's house and getting my head battered?"
"Did you only drink one bowl of sweet tea? Why are there six eggs missing from the twenty I had painstakingly saved?"
She nearly fainted when she saw that six eggs had been used for a sugar and egg concoction that was left on the stove.