"You’re the cheap one!" An Hao shouted through the door panel and continued, "If you should go back, then go back. You’re not welcome here! If you want oil, go straight to the oil pressing workshop to buy some—it’s not too late, they still have staff. Don’t go around borrowing with a bowl; aside from being annoying, you won’t get anything."
From the beginning to the end, An Ping watched in the yard as An Hao chased Bai Yanjiao out, laughing so hard he could barely straighten his back, "Sister, you’re getting more and more formidable. Why didn’t I notice this before?"
An Hao offered a faint smile, "One should always use their brain a little more. If a problem can be solved with intelligence, then use less force. Of course, if intelligence doesn’t solve it, then don’t hesitate to resort to war."
"Sister, I am truly impressed by you," An Ping said with an admiring thumbs-up.
"Let’s go. Having thrown out that annoying person, let’s continue with our dinner without letting her affect our appetite," An Hao said with a smile.
"Not a chance. My appetite’s even better now," An Ping said joyfully.
Outside the door, Bai Yanjiao slapped the door panel and cursed for a while. The neighbor Grandma Li, leaning on her walking stick, came out to scold her, "Why are you cursing so late at night? You’re disturbing the neighbors’ peace. Scoot off now. If you make any more fuss, this old lady will use her walking stick to knock you on the head."
An Hao didn’t open the door, and after being scolded by Grandma Li, Bai Yanjiao was seething with anger.
She ran back home angrily, to find Bai Xue still waiting for the oil.
Not to mention oil, she didn’t even have the bowl anymore.
Her attempt to borrow oil had failed, and she had even lost a bowl in the process.
Hearing Yanjiao recount the events, Bai Xue knew that her daughter had been tricked by An Hao, just as she had anticipated.
Indeed, Yanjiao was no match for An Hao.
"Enough, why did you have to go and provoke that trouble? You were waiting for me to borrow some oil to cook dinner, and after dinner, I still have to go to my neighbor’s house to play mahjong.
"Mom, I can’t stand it. I’m so annoyed by An Hao; I could strangle her in a minute," Bai Yanjiao said through gritted teeth.
"I’m sick of her, too. I wish she’d just disappear from this world," Bai Xue said, patting her daughter’s shoulder, "Don’t rush, revenge is a dish best served cold. United, we’ll certainly get rid of that little vixen An Hao."
Hearing her mother’s words, Bai Yanjiao felt a lot better.
Seeing her daughter’s mood lightening, Bai Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Alright, I’m going to borrow some oil quickly; it’s getting late and we need to have dinner."
Bai Xue borrowed some oil, cooked the meal, and brought a bowl of it to An Shuchao. Then, mother and daughter started eating over the stove in the kitchen.
"Here, eat up," Bai Xue scooped another big ladle of noodles into Bai Yanjiao’s bowl from the pot.
While holding the bowl, Bai Yanjiao asked as she ate, "Mom, didn’t the household food always prioritize An Shuchao first?"
Mentioning An Shuchao, Bai Xue also had her complaints: "A man can’t be relied on, you even earn more money than he does. Now that he’s injured his leg and he can’t move, he can’t even satisfy the twice-a-day affairs.
She was at the age of strong desires, and every night was torture.
Bai Yanjiao, feeling proud to have been praised by her mother for being able to earn money, happily ate faster.
After dinner, Bai Yanjiao, feeling sleepy, lay down first.
Bai Xue went to An Shuchao’s room and said, "Old An, if there’s nothing else, you go ahead and sleep. I’m going to play a few rounds of mahjong. I’ll be back before midnight."