Zhang Yazhen stepped forward and tapped her on the forehead. "You wretched girl, is that any way to talk to your mother!"
Xiong Yan looked at her resentfully. "I'm not wrong. You came running back and broke two eggs on the way. Then you fried them all for Weicheng. Xiong Hui and I didn't even get to see the shells! You favor boys over girls."
"Such a sharp tongue on you." Zhang Yazhen scolded, raising her hand to hit her.
Xiong Yan dodged behind Xiong Jianjun and made a face. "Haha! You can't hit me!" She tugged on Xiong Jianjun to tattle. "Dad, after Mom fried the eggs, she grabbed a stool and was leaning over the wall, spying on who knows who!"
"Mom was looking at that vixen Lin next door. She even said she was going to cut off her fox tail," a chubby little boy of six or seven announced smugly, standing at the kitchen entrance while holding a red peony.
Zhang Yazhen rushed to cover her son's mouth. "Keep your voice down! Someone might hear you."
