After sitting for a while, Father Li stood up again and peered outside: "Why hasn't Xiaxia arrived yet?" He was talking about his eldest daughter, Li Zexia.
"You know what kind of temperament that girl has; she's probably at home dolling herself up. Just wait, she won't be here before six o'clock." Mother Li sighed, "Tell me, who on earth does Xiaxia take after? There's no one in our family that lazy, gluttonous, and fond of dressing up. Who does she really take after?"
"Takes after her Aunt..." Father Li muttered, sitting back on the chair, squirming around, "You forgot? Her Aunt is just about the same as her."
"What are you talking about?" Mother Li said, bursting into laughter. It's true, her own little sister and daughter truly shared the same temperament, being lazy, gluttonous, and always trying to take shortcuts since childhood. Somehow, luck often favored her, and being her Second Sister, she'd been taken advantage of quite a bit.
