The next day was Saturday. Jubaoge, who didn’t have school, was pestering my dad in the kitchen. Even though my dad had just been discharged from the hospital, he still catered to her every whim.
My Mom sat on the sofa, eating the bird’s nest soup with rock sugar that Nanny Zhang had stewed for her, while muttering, "Your dad and Jubaoge really are two peas in a pod... Sometimes I just can't stand your dad. A grown man acting like a piece of putty all day, without a shred of temper; it’s infuriating just to look at him... This bird’s nest is a bit thin..."
She glanced left and right to make sure Nanny Zhang wasn't around, stirred the bowl, and whispered, "Do you think Nanny Zhang stretched one serving into two and had some herself?..."
Chapter 106