Feng Shuqing was so angry her chest was heaving up and down. Seeing Qiann Yan still eating, she couldn't help but scold, "Can't you restrain yourself from eating? Now there's no program crew to control you. When you eat like a pig, let's see what you'll do."
"Bang—"
Qiann Yan threw the bowl at Feng Shuqing's feet, shattering it into pieces: "How much have I eaten? Five bowls of rice or ten? It's just half a bowl of rice; the rest is all vegetables. Ms. Feng, you're a very unqualified mother, constantly subjecting me to character humiliation, unfit to be a mother. Before, I used to eat a big bag of snacks every day, and I never saw you this angry."
"Sometimes I wonder, do you genuinely want me to get worse or become better? From your behavior, I feel that you look down on me, don't wish me well, and only feel at ease watching my decline. Your disdainful accusations that I bring you shame are merely satisfying your own belief.
