I am chasing a rough man in the 80s

"If I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have asked you to come and talk privately." Suizi sipped her tea with a seasoned calmness that belied her age.

"You planned all this, didn’t you? Waiting for a chance to catch me off guard so you can control me from now on? You farmers are cunning. I’ve known rural people’s nature for a long time; always trying to take advantages, forsaking ethics for profit, and acting stronger than they are! Why did you folks, who were better off farming in the countryside, come to the city?"

After a brief panic, Fan’s mother’s sense of superiority emerged again.

Suizi laughed.

"Did you label all farmers after meeting a few of them? If you have such keen judgement skills, where you can perceive the overall situation with a simple snap of your fingers, why don’t you work for the Bureau of Statistics?"

"At the time of our nation’s founding, 89% of the population were farmers. You’re constantly looking down on farmers, I suppose you must be a descendant of the remaining 11% aristocrats?"

Fan’s mother was just about to raise her chin and boast about her noble birth, but Suizi interrupted her by spitting out a mouthful of tea leaves in a manner both rude and endearing, leaving Fan’s mother speechless.

"Well, now I understand why they say we farmers should be in charge. We may be cunning, we may love to take advantage, but we would never stoop to coaxing someone into poisoning others. Really, if we let someone like you be in charge, chaos would ensue, wouldn’t it?"

After her speech, Suizi felt smug. It turned out those daily two Braised Duck Tongues she ate weren’t in vain; she had honed her debate skills indeed.

Being able to anger Fan’s mother with her eloquence was due to her shaking the rough draft she had prepared at home, to avoid stuttering during the quarrel. Today’s confrontation went smoothly indeed.

"Your grandfather was the one who poisoned us, you should take it up with him, not me!" Fan’s mother stubbornly denied her involvement.