"You think you've got it so good, do you? You want me to cook, but are you going to pay for it?"
Auntie Liu was boiling with rage. Damn it all, when she came back at noon and took a look, these two shameless educated youths had actually burned a fifth of the firewood she had worked so hard to stockpile.
Did they think they were cooking a Manchu-Han imperial feast this morning?
Chapter 93