"Alright, were you starved in a past life? Stop eating for a second and tell me what you ate at your grandma's." Zhou Yaping's anger flared as she watched her son wolf down his food. She went over and smacked Xiao Hu's hand with her chopsticks. 'He only thinks about himself, eating all the good food and leaving his own mother behind. They say you can tell a person's future by how they are at age three, and right now, this son of hers looks like nothing but an ungrateful brat.'
The sudden smack startled Xiao Hu. A mix of pain and fright made him drop his chopsticks.
"What did you hit me for?" Xiao Hu demanded, clutching his little hand and glaring at his mother.
"You little brat, you dare to talk back to me? So what if I hit you? You're my son. I gave birth to you, so it's my right even if I beat you to death." Seeing her son's defiance, Zhou Yaping's temper flared even higher.
