At this time, Old Man Qiao and the old lady from the eastern room also walked out, supporting each other.
The state of their health was far from good; years of physical labor had left them with numerous illnesses, especially the old man who now trembled as he walked. In his youth, while working for a landlord, he once ate a bite of steamed corn bread out of sheer hunger and was punished to kneel in the freezing cold for an entire night. It was a miracle his legs hadn't been amputated, but still, they were left with lingering problems.
Every spring, he would fall ill, and now, enduring the pain, he shouted loudly, "All of you shut up, you're all grown up; what's the meaning of this endless bickering?"
At this moment, Qiao Zhiyuan, with a face flushed red in disbelief, was staring at his wife. He could have never imagined Wang Guihua saying such things.
