The silver coin slid across the table, perilously close to falling into the soup bowl.
It rolled a few times, eventually stopping underneath the large bowl filled with cone-shaped cornbread and mixed grain porridge, and after circling twice, it came to a halt.
Old Qin's face immediately darkened, and he coughed heavily twice.
Sitting nearest to the silver coin, Qin Shuan'er, being an extraordinarily good-natured child, swiftly picked up the coin and darted over to Su Pan'er. She shyly smiled at her, wanting to speak but then suddenly lowered her head, placed the silver coin on the table next to her, and ran back.
This despicable knave! Just a bit of food had bought her loyalties, who knows what kind of trouble she may cause in the future!
Glaring at Qin Shuan'er across the table, Mrs. Qin-Li gritted her teeth in secret, her anger extending to Qin Yueshi as well!
Qín Yueshi shuddered and curled up like a timid wife, daring not to utter a single word more.
