"Okay, okay, okay. I understand."
Mother Zhai stuck her head out and pointed at Zhai Jing. She was proud of her son's clear understanding and responsibility. However, she found it funny.
"Don't worry. I'm not those evil mothers-in-law on the internet. Therefore, I won't interfere in your affairs and make things difficult for Wanwan."
"Mom."
Zhai Jing called out to her helplessly. He clearly didn't mean it that way.
Mother Zhai finished washing the dishes and came out to wipe her hands.
"I know. I was just teasing you."
Early the next morning, Mother Zhai went to the market to buy a bunch of fresh pork trotters. After the shop owner cleaned them, she brought them back and started braising them.
Zhai Jing, on the other hand, had returned to the school at the principal's request to deal with some follow-up matters.
