However, her subtle plan never came to fruition.
Chiang Songtao returned, carrying a soup ladle.
"What's all this commotion? Aren't we supposed to cook? Didn't you say guests were coming to see Baoguo? Is this how we present ourselves to guests? With dignity?"
He had heard it on his way back, that respectable guests had arrived at his house looking for Baoguo.
Yet, the moment he returned, he saw his old wife chasing after Chiang Xiao with a coarse broom used for sweeping chicken droppings by the gate, making him feel utterly disgraced.
If it had been before, he truly wouldn't have bothered with the matter.
Chiang Xiao knew immediately what Chiang Songtao was thinking, and naturally felt no gratitude toward him.
If it hadn't been for the fear of losing face in front of the distinguished guests, Chiang Songtao would not have intervened on her behalf at all.
Still, she was somewhat curious—distinguished guests visiting the Old Chiang Family?
