When Li Rou's mother saw her daughter's behavior, she froze for a moment before quickly walking over, "Xiaorou, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Our house is poor, we have to change the old habits." Li Rou stood by the chopping block and looked at the three people in front of her, speaking in an apathetic tone, "The wedding feast is over. You all should go home. Our family needs the food."
"Oh my, what nonsense about your house this and your house that, I am your mother!" Li Rou's mother lightly poked Li Rou's shoulder, somewhat forcefully and then brushed Li Rou aside with a strong and swift move of her arm.
She took out a cloth bag from her arms and swiftly stuffed the steamed buns and pork that Zhu Hongyun's mother had just packed into her own bag. "You silly girl, didn't you see that the prince came today? Our fortunes can change in a sneeze, without you lifting a finger."
"After raising you all these years, I can't even have a piece of meat?"
