After noticing the teapot on the table was empty, the middle-aged man shouted towards a room at the front. His tone sounded unfriendly; he was likely a chauvinist who enjoyed yelling orders at his wife.
Shortly after the man spoke, a woman limped out from the house. This was the same limping woman Su Yan had seen earlier on the village road. Now, under the man's gaze, she meekly began to prepare tea for Su Yan and Sister Zhou.
A moment after she finished preparing the tea, the woman humbly poured a cup for Su Yan and Sister Zhou, saying, "Please, enjoy the tea."
Seeing this, Su Yan smiled. "Ma'am, there's no need to be so polite. I can help myself."
Upon seeing Su Yan's smile, the woman seemed somewhat distracted. She had never seen such a handsome man, and for a moment, she couldn't help but recall her days as a young maiden.
Just then, a violent coughing fit suddenly erupted from the front room.
"COUGH... COUGH COUGH!"
