"Why did you come over? Is there something you need?" Wang Shuxia asked. "You see, I'm quite busy right now. How about I come over to find you after I'm done?"
"No worries, I just came to see how you're handling these things. I was thinking of coming over to help," Jiang Hong's mother, Liu Xiaoqin, said with a smile.
Her eyes, however, were fixed on the kitchen, and her mouth involuntarily pouted a bit.
Indeed, there were many more things divided than at their own home.
But she didn't stop to think that her husband, Jiang Jiuming, was just an instructor, not on the same level as the top official, Liu Jianping.
This was also because Liu Jianping and Jiang Jiuming were from the same hometown. In the past, Wang Shuxia couldn't make cured meat, so she would specially invite her to make it, and as a way of thanks, she would send them a string of meat as a gift.
Ever since the meat was divided up yesterday, she had been waiting for Wang Shuxia to come by.
