Qingmu, however, looked at his wife with encouragement and whispered in her ear, "I'm not much of a talker myself, so you should be a bit more fiery. That way, we won't be taken advantage of so easily."
Liu Yunlan looked at him, half-amused and half-blushing, and nodded.
Zhang Huai gave Juhua a strange look, trying his best to imagine her stomping her feet and cursing someone out, but he just couldn't picture it. 'Nah, forget it,' he thought. 'Juhua doesn't know how to curse. Even if she tried, she could never match the ferocity of Yunlan!'
Juhua understood what he meant but paid him no mind, instead turning to talk playfully with Zhao Qing, who was in her arms.
Zhao Qing blinked her dark eyes and asked innocently, "Sister Juhua, do you know how to curse at people? Why don't you teach me to curse like a shrew tomorrow? That way, I won't be taken advantage of either." She had actually overheard Qingmu's words.
