Wang Fang's eyes itched as she glanced at the kitchen door. During that time, Jing Shu had gone in to add a few dishes. All Wang Fang could do was peer through the crack in the door at what seemed like a dazzling array of items inside. Jing Shu turned a blind eye to these small actions. Thankfully, I had the foresight, she thought. Couldn't Aunt just eat what's on the table without trying to emulate Su Long? What kind of schemes might she have in mind?
"Big Brother, you haven't mentioned how you handled the black pig last time. Did you give it to Sister-in-law's brother?" Mrs. Jing asked.
Mrs. Jing also harbored her own suspicions, concerned that Sister-in-law might be funneling all the benefits to her own family.
