When my mom and father came from China, most of my father's family came and all of my mom's side stayed behind. It must've been hard coming to a country not knowing anyone. She was the middle child in a family of seven children. Five daughters and two sons. My two uncles from my mother's side are the youngest. This proves how much the Chinese valued sons, they wouldn't stop until they got one or two.
When her sister hid her egg and left it unattended, that would be the queue for my mother to strike. She'd sneak her hand into the rice bin and snatch the egg. She would proceed to take scoops of my aunt's duck egg. My mom would describe how delicious the yolk was and how she would end up eating all of the orange goodness. When the crime was done, she'd discretly place the egg back into the bin as if no ill doings had been committed.
When her sister discovered the heinous crime, she would scream and cry for her dad. My grandfather, knowing his daughters very well, knew it was my mischievous mother. He'd begin to yell and scream for her and that was her signal to flee the scene.