Pei Wenbo looked on enviously, listening to the thumping sounds of chopping dumpling fillings in their kitchen, feeling incredibly jealous, "At noon, we'll eat meat too!"
"How much did you sell those bamboo rats for? You just had meat, and now you're chopping more, you're going to make dumplings, aren't you!?" Grandma Miao said, and then she reached out to open the wattle gate.
The wattle gate was simply made of wooden sticks and boards, and it was previously latched just to fend off the honest folks, useless against someone like Grandma Miao.
Si Ya detested Grandma Miao the most, who used to pick faults and curse them over nothing, and now that she saw them making money from selling bamboo rats, she came over to take advantage, knocking on their door for benefits. So, while Lady Fang was kneading dough, Si Ya locked the wattle gate with a large copper lock.
Seeing this, Grandma Miao pursed her lips in displeasure, "They even locked the door!?"
