Chen Guizhi laughed heartily, "Habits are hard to change all at once, it's something that has to be done gradually." Afterward, she still reminded her two daughters, "You can say these things in front of me, but don't bring them up in front of your sisters-in-law, okay?"
Shen Yixiang stamped her foot, "Mom is still protecting her; what's so good about her anyway."
"Just because she is my daughter-in-law, the mother of my future grandson."
Shen Yixiang and Shen Yidong exchanged glances, quietly seething.
"Little Auntie is really nice though, she's pretty and has a gentle smile," He Fen, Shen Yidong's six-year-old daughter, looked up at Shen Yixiang with some confusion.
Shen Yixiang choked, then reached out and pinched her little face, "You're just a little brat; what do you know about being pretty? Who's prettier, your auntie or your little auntie?"
"Auntie is prettier!"
Her four-year-old sister, He Fang, clapped her hands and echoed, "Auntie is pretty."
