At that time, Hua Xiaomai was clutching a bone cutting knife, chopping the two large marrow bones on the table so forcefully they made a resounding thud.
Her mother-in-law, Meng, had forbidden her from handling knives and scissors, and of course, she remembered that, but after all, it was merely an old-fashioned notion. Usually, she was willing to obey to avoid unnecessary disputes, but today she couldn't care less, considering Meng probably was in no mood to quarrel with her over such trivial matters.
Meng Yuhuai, standing behind her, watched in alarm and couldn't endure it. Stepping forward, he snatched the knife from her hand, let out a sigh, and said, "Alright, you tell me how to do it, and I'll chop. But you should talk to me about what happened with your uncle's family, how did things reach such a state?"
