Liu Zheng's wife was about to catch up when Wang Qigu shouted, "Don't you want the clothes your daughter washed?"
She went back to pick up the wooden basin and, without washing the rest of the clothes, left with a dark face.
Wang Qigu looked at Li Gui and said, "Li Gui... come to Aunt Wang's house for dinner later." It would be great if he could become her son-in-law.
"No need," Li Gui declined. "My mom must have cooked dinner at home already."
Wang Qigu didn't give up. "It's still early before nightfall; would your mom cook dinner so early?"
"Hey, Wang Qigu, can't you see that Li Gui doesn't want to go to your house for dinner? He's making excuses, and you just won't quit." Another household with a girl was also unhappy.
Li Gui didn't say a word to that comment, implying agreement.
Wang Qigu bit her lip and decided not to say anything more; she didn't want to look pushy like Liu Zheng's wife, an idiot without a brain.
