In the courtyard, Liu Sanshun, who was chopping fodder, felt a pang of resentment as well. 'No matter how good I am, in your eyes, I'm probably no match for Zhang Huai.'
Hearing Mei's mother, the woman from the Yang Family said to her with a serious expression, "Mei's mother, you really shouldn't say that. Of course I think my Qingmu and Huai Zi are good, but your Sanshun isn't bad either. Even if you're trying to teach your son a lesson, you shouldn't be so self-deprecating. Otherwise, the boy will be hurt—he'll think you truly believe he's inferior. Your Sanshun has been an easy child since he was young. He might get into everything, but he's never caused you any real worry. You should praise him more. A boy like Sanshun won't let it go to his head even if you praise him."
