"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaohua, you shouldn't talk while eating, it's easy to choke." Zhao Ting quickly said, "Your mother is doing it for your own good."
Zhao Xiaohua glanced at her mother, who had no expression.
Then she looked at her father, whose face clearly showed he was trying to curry favor.
Well, for whose sake is this?
Will it not do if she stops talking?
Quietly, Zhao Xiaohua swallowed the last bite of her meal, "Mom, I'm done eating, can I talk now? There are more people in the house, how do we arrange the dishwashing chores?"
"Wen Nuan and I cooked the meal, as for you three, you make the arrangements." Meng Yao said.
"Tomorrow I'll bring someone from the estate..." Zhao Ting instinctively began.
"I've got it. Let's arrange by age. Dad is the oldest, so he'll do it today, tomorrow it's Second Brother's turn, the day after that it's Qin Zheng's turn, and then it's mine." Zhao Xiaohua interrupted Zhao Ting.
"What were you going to say?" Meng Yao glanced at Zhao Ting.
