"Brother, you... you sneak away!" Yixiang was a little shaky.
"Should I? Sneaking off early in the morning makes me look guilty, as if we did something shameful, didn't we?"
Yixiang's cheeks turned even redder: "If my Mother... if she says something unpleasant, you... you shouldn't take it personally."
"What's there to take personally with words, she's an elder!" Lin Xiaosu stood up: "Would she actually become violent?"
"She shouldn't… shouldn't! I... I'll explain to Mother..."
Hurriedly descending the bamboo house, Yixiang pushed open the kitchen door and immediately saw her mother. She started to explain, "Mother, you're up? How are you feeling..."
Her mother slowly lifted her gaze, peering over Yixiang's shoulder at what was behind her.
Yixiang's heart was pounding at least a hundred and eighty beats a minute...
"Auntie, hello!"
"Very well!" Mother's face miraculously relaxed: "Sit down in the yard; I'll make you breakfast."
