"There's nothing much, this kid is pretty interesting."
An Le's mother rolled up her sleeves and said to An Le,
"Alright, alright, let your dad do the dishes. Once you finish your homework, go out and play with your classmates..."
An Le nodded her head, walked out of the room, and called out to her father,
"Dad! Mom says you're on dish duty!"
The middle-aged uncle who had just settled onto the sofa and was about to turn on the TV, stared back with wide eyes,
"Me again? I cooked the meal! Let your mother wash them!"
From within the kitchen, An Le's mother's voice wafted over,
"I'm not feeling well~"
"Cut it out, you're 'not feeling well' every day!"
Though he said that, the uncle reluctantly got up, grumbling as he headed towards the kitchen,
"From now on, everyone pays, 50 bucks a wash! I'm buying a fishing rod!"
"Yeah, yeah, get a move on, I'll make some desserts for you."
