The Zhang family members, with the ferocity of a gale sweeping fallen leaves, crammed everything edible on the table into their bellies or pockets. In less than fifteen minutes, they picked the table clean.
Not to mention Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong, who were responsible for serving dishes and steamed buns, even Ms. Fang and others who clandestinely peeked over from the kitchen were astonished.
Ms.Fang considered herself a veteran at Zhou's household, having been around long enough to have spent a New Year there.
She had met all of Zhou's relatives who were due to leave, but she never remembered meeting these people.
Ms.Fang swallowed hard and asked Ms.He beside her, "Third sister-in-law, are these Zhang folks from grandma's side of the family?"
Ms.He glanced outside and whispered, "You'll get used to it after seeing them a few times. Just steer clear of them from now on."
"Eating in such a hurry, won't they get hiccups?" Ms.Fang said, unsure.
