At this time, Mrs. Wang's cursing voice could still be heard from the courtyard, going on about how the family's money couldn't be used to support Zhao Dong's poor household.
Zhao Dong shook his head, ignoring them. He turned to the two daydreaming children and said, "Let's go, let's go. We need to hurry back; your mother is stewing meat porridge at home."
Upon hearing "meat porridge," Zhao Zhitong immediately scampered off towards home. Zhao Yu, afraid she might fall, shouted and chased after her.
In the courtyard, when Mrs. Wang heard Zhao Dong mention meat porridge, she sneered, "Look at you, poor as church mice, and you still dare talk about drinking meat porridge? The nerve!"
Then, she turned to Mr. Zhao and said, "Let me tell you, that destitute family is so poor now they can barely keep the pot boiling. They're eating those filthy river snails! This is retribution for him not giving the prescription to my son back then!"
