Watching Father Ma get more and more into his speech, Mother raised her eyebrows: "Enough! Shut up!"
"Your little bit of life experience might not even compare to our son's!"
"Our son finally came home, and it's not to listen to your preaching!"
Father Ma was angry but didn't dare speak. After muttering under his breath, he just lowered his head to drink and made no further comments.
Mother skillfully demonstrated the face-changing act from Sichuan opera.
After scolding Father Ma, she turned around and smilingly put two pieces of meat on Ma Ran's plate, softly advising: "Son! That girl named Su is pretty, not much worse than you, sweet-talking, and very well behaved."
"Do you think she gives your dad and me gifts because she's tattling for us to scold you?"
"That's not it!"
"She's interested in you, you know that!"
"Listen to your mom, wise up early, don't miss such a good match."
"Bring her home sometime and have a meal."
