Yuan Chun formally began her investigation into her future son-in-law's background.
"Does he have any hobbies that are the opposite of yours? Like being noisy or liking to eat things you hate?"
Mu Qiu answered honestly, "No. Does he look like someone who is noisy?"
"When you're together, does he really never let you cook?"
"Occasionally, but it's not because he demands it. I make breakfast, and if there's enough ingredients, I make some for him too."
"So if there's not enough ingredients, you eat by yourself, is that it?"
Mu Qiu rubbed her nose, "..."
Yuan Chun, exasperated, threw the duck meat into the pot until it bled, and said:
"How can you say relationships are about mutual giving when the giving has to be equal? You're just waiting to be bullied. Either don't cook at all, or cook for both. Only cooking for yourself is impolite."
"Mom, didn't you just blame us for ordering takeout?" Are women's minds always so fickle?
