Aunt Zhao couldn't bear to see her nephew being mistreated, so she said a few words, "Sister-in-law, I think Xiaobei is quite honest, he shouldn't be lazy, and that jade pendant sold for quite a bit of money, you just..."
Instantly, Aunt Zhao shot her a sharp look, "Sold for how much? How much could that broken jade pendant possibly fetch? Plus, he lives here every day, doesn't everything cost money—eating, drinking, and the rest? He even eats so much, two bowls of rice per meal, more than our Datu does. Didn't you see him at dinner last night? He helped himself to two pieces of meat, while our Datu barely had a little."
"Datu had half a..." Aunt Zhao temperedly tried to say "half a bowl," but ultimately she was too meek and dared not say too much.