The consequence of having a loose tongue led to Song Zhiyuan overeating, stuffed forcefully, as if the old lady was ready to chop him up with a long sword if he didn't finish.
Look at that overflowing bowl, did the old woman stuff him with food on purpose, hoping to make him a stuffed ghost?
That vicious old lady, wanting to be a merry widow, pah!
Not happy, huh? It's fine if you're not happy, because I am!
With a face full of smiles, Song Ci instructed the two concubines, "Aunt Mei, serve properly and make sure he takes a digestive pill after, so he doesn't overstuff himself."
Song Zhiyuan was so angry his mouth twisted, he snorted, and left in a huff.
Couldn't eat anymore, couldn't drink either, and was full of anger already.
Once he left, the dining table came alive again, and the little ones began performing little acts to entertain the family.
