Gao Jiazhi had been tired all day and was really annoyed by Sun Yuhua's fuss, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why throw a tantrum? How am I supposed to guess what's bothering you?"
Sun Yuhua then burst into tears, "I just wanted to eat an egg, but your mother wouldn't allow it. She complained to your father, who loudly said that next time, you should cook it for me, as if he was afraid I wouldn't hear."
"Gao Jiazhi, did I marry you just to suffer this kind of humiliation? Your parents don't like me at all. I'm carrying your child; do you think it's easy for me?" Sun Yuhua continued crying.
Gao Jiazhi said, "My father is right; if you want to eat, just let me cook. Don't ask my mom."
"What do you mean by that?" Sun Yuhua suddenly stood up, glaring at Gao Jiazhi.
