"Where have you been, wife? Why has it taken you so long?" Er Liang sat alone outside, clearly a bit bored.
Muniang hooked the corner of her lips, "I went to watch the excitement. Are you hungry? We'll be eating soon."
Er Liang pursed his lips, "It's not as delicious as the dishes you make; I want to eat your cooking."
"Then if you don't get enough to eat afterward, I'll go back and cook for you, alright?" Muniang said helplessly. Now Er Liang's taste had been spoiled by her cooking, always finding fault with other people's culinary skills.
Muniang lifted her eyes and swept her glance around; the entire Qiao family had arrived. She chose to sit at a table as far away from them as possible to avoid conflict, preferring to preserve her dignity in such a public setting.
