Chapter 4

Since I can remember, Mom and Dad have been leaving early to work and returning late at night almost every day.

The responsibility of taking care of us sisters has always fallen on Grandma's shoulders.

As we sisters grew older, Grandma also aged.

Mom and Dad often reminded us to learn to help Grandma.

In the past, my sister would help me wash and pick vegetables for Grandma.

But today, she lounged on the sofa, her legs crossed high.

[Seriously, it's only ten in the morning and they're already busy, just like my grandma!]

[No way, no way, does anyone really think girls should go to the kitchen to help?]

[This sister is really annoying, no sympathy for those who bring trouble upon themselves, eat more if you can.]

Lines of words floated in front of me, and even a fool like me could understand that some of them were cursing me.

Facing these baseless insults, I bit my lip in grievance, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Oh no, there's so much oil here."

Grandma's voice called from the kitchen, and I quickly shook off my emotions, running over to see what was happening.

I found Grandma standing in front of the stove, shakily removing the oil collection box from the range hood.

I knew this was where the smoke from frying accumulated.

Over time, the smoke condensed into grime, stored here.

Grandma's hands and feet weren't as nimble as they used to be. Clearing the oil box caused her to spill the grime on the floor, which she had to clean up slowly.

I'm eleven now and can help Grandma with a lot of things.

A few months ago, the oil box was also full of grime, and I helped Grandma clean it.

At that time, Grandma ruffled my hair, praising me as her well-behaved and sensible little granddaughter.

"Quick, Nora, the oil's about to drip onto the floor!"

With the experience from last time, Grandma decided not to add to the mess and called me to help directly.

I dashed to the stove and quickly took the sticky oil box from Grandma's hands.

After all, I'm Grandma's obedient, sensible, and adorable granddaughter!

But I ran too fast and didn't notice the shock and anger in Hazel's eyes.

The oil box was really dirty this time.

Even I accidentally spilled a few drops of dirty oil.

"It doesn't matter if it spills on the floor; I'll wipe it clean with a cloth," Grandma said, smoothing things over with a smile.

"Later, I'll make cola chicken wings for you two sisters, something I learned from Mrs. Wong's daughter-in-law."

"Wow, Grandma, you're the best~"

My exaggerated reaction made Grandma laugh heartily, and my spirits lifted too.