"Look at the time! It's 8:34, and she's still sleeping. Is she a pig? Even pigs don't sleep this much. By now, the pigs are already up eating their breakfast." Granny cursed, "Jing Si has to go to work, but she doesn't. It's bad enough she doesn't get up early to make breakfast for Jing Si, but he even made breakfast, left for work, and she's still in her room, snoring away. Lazier than a pig. I really don't know what Jing Si sees in such a lazy—"
"Old woman," Grandpa interrupted her.
Qin Mei was awake, but she didn't get up. She pulled the covers over her head.
'Isn't being lazier than a pig a good thing? Pigs live such happy little lives. They eat, they sleep, they sleep, they eat, and once they're fattened up, they get slaughtered.'
