Lady Li was filled with concern about the pickled cabbage from her parental home. Seeing the bustle at Wang Lao Si's house, she knew that the pickled cabbage was not selling well and feared that her family might lose money. The allure of the pork seemed to diminish; she quickly stood up. "Mother, I'm going back to my parental home for a bit. I'll tidy up when I return."
Zhulan rolled her eyes inwardly, hurrying to stop Lady Li, "You don't need to go back; your family's pickled cabbage has long been sold out."
Lady Li was startled, "Mother, how do you know?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Zhulan saw Wang Ru's expression change and felt even better, "The pickled cabbage was passed on to the Armed Escort Agency. It was Wu Chun who brokered the deal; how do you think I know? Come on, hurry up and clean up. When you're done, take two catties of meat back to your family; it's just right for your grandmother to taste our fatty pork."
