"Yiguang, look at your wife, has anyone ever spoken like that?" Shen Yidong was nearly jumping with anger as he pointed at Yang PeiMin, his face full of harshness.
Shen Yiguang slammed his chopsticks down on the table, "Sister, if you don't like it, you can go and make some noodles later. My wife has been busy preparing meals for the whole family, and still can't please anyone? So what if something's a bit burnt? Has living a good life for two years made you so delicate that you can't stomach it?"
Shen Yidong, criticized in front of everyone by her brother, couldn't bear it; her face turned red with rage, and she snapped at Chen Guizhi, "Mom and Dad, aren't you going to do something? Look at this brother of mine, marrying a wife and forgetting his sisters. What did I say wrong? Which wife acts like her? It's already quite good that she can sit at the table to eat, isn't it? Getting too big for her boots?"
