The words were spoken, and then he took another look at Father Petal sitting on the sofa and asked, puzzled, "Where's Olivia?"
"Probably washing dishes in the kitchen."
"Washing dishes?" Mother Petal was taken aback, then quickly turned around and headed to the kitchen, pushing Olivia out, saying as she pushed, "It's just a few plates, leave them for me to wash. You've been working all day and must be tired, go upstairs early and rest."
"Mom, I'm fine." Olivia was feeling a bit helpless.
"Even if you're fine, you don't need to wash them. I'm at home all day with nothing to do, I can handle these tasks. Go and rest."
Olivia stopped and looked at her, feeling a bit helpless.
"Go on, go on, I know you're filial. Wait until I'm too old to do it myself, then you can take over. Be good, quickly go and rest, it's already past eleven." Mother Petal shut the kitchen door without giving Olivia a chance to argue.
