Gu'er had just rolled up her sleeves and hadn't even sat down yet when a discordant voice rang out:
"My, my, what have we brought here? Why did you even bring corn grits? You're not planning to eat corn grits for lunch, are you? I've never seen anyone bring green onions when they visit. Let me see how many eggs you brought... one, two, three... six. Wow, so many. How dare you show your face here to eat and drink with just this? Aren't you afraid of eating your parents' family into poverty?"
Looking at the woman holding their family's basket with a sneer on her face, Zhou Gu'er sighed softly. This was her third maternal aunt, Cui Mei.
