"I get it, day in and day out, all you care about is your wife and your daughter. I truly wasted all those years raising you," Zhang Guihua grumbled unhappily.
"Oh, Mom, what are you talking about? When have I ever forgotten your birthday? Haven't I always remembered it perfectly?" Jiang Changhai saw his mother was feeling jealous and coaxed her with a playful grin.
Zhang Guihua thought about it and it was true, so her expression eased a bit, "Alright, alright, I know. I'll make it for your wife in a while."
But the very next second, what Jiang Changhai said made her even more angry, "Mom, I'm going to the town later to buy some meat and a big fat fish. Let's have a nice dinner tonight."
When Zhang Guihua heard this, she exploded again, "It's just a small birthday, why make it so wasteful? Just boil a couple of eggs, isn't that how we always celebrate birthdays in our family? Is your wife so precious? Can't our family make room for her?"
