The three uncles snapped back to reality; since they had become William Foster's elders, they couldn't shirk this responsibility no matter what.
They decided not to argue with Clara Bennett any further, even though they sat down still in their pajamas, without worrying whether this attire appeared too casual in front of their new daughter-in-law.
They thought to themselves, though pajamas were a bit informal, it wouldn't be right to go upstairs to change clothes in this situation, as encountering some annoying folks up there would be a nightmare!
Joking aside, even if they wanted to be a bit more respectable, they couldn't go upstairs and meet those annoying folks; it would simply be a nightmare!
The three of them each picked up a tea cup, and as soon as they took a sip, they frowned immediately, unable to help but want to spit it out, their expressions instantly turning sour.
The bitterness of the tea was indescribable!
