Muniang was unsparing in her satire, and then she turned and entered her house without looking back. She didn't have the slightest fondness for Qiao Lianhua—hadn't Muniang suffered enough from her bullying in the past? Indeed, like mother, like daughter!
Qiao Lianhua was furious at the doorstep, stomping her feet. She had swallowed her pride to ask, and Muniang still dared to mock her! If it had been the past, she would have slapped her across the face long ago. In just these few days, Muniang had grown so bold!
Fuming, Qiao Lianhua stormed home where Mrs. Ji was already anxiously waiting, drenched in sweat, "Oh my dear daughter, why have you only just returned? I've been looking everywhere for you."
Still angry, Qiao Lianhua snapped back, "What do you want with me? To sell me off to that tofu seller so you can live comfortably?"
