An Jing spoke slowly and deliberately, "So many people have invited us to their homes for meals, and if we were to accept every invitation from acquaintances, by the time we got around to your place, who knows what year or month it would be."
The smile on Mrs. Gong's face completely froze.
As if she didn't see the stiff smile on Mrs. Gong's face, An Jing continued, "You shouldn't trouble us like this. We are people who dislike hassles. Therefore, we only accept meals from those we know well. Otherwise, we couldn't possibly finish all the meals we're offered."
Still unwilling to just go back like this, Mrs. Gong squeezed out another smile and said, "Sister An Jing, since you dislike hassles, we won't insist on you coming for a meal. However, there is a favor our family would like to ask of you?"
In any case, she had made up her mind to secure the job at the rice shop for her husband, no matter what.
An Jing asked indifferently, "What matter?"
