A basin of cold water was splashed.
Granny Feng and Feng Yuejin jumped up with a shout because it was dishwater, full of oil flowers and chili seeds, leaving them unable to open their eyes.
Noodles and cold jelly bits embarrassingly stuck to their heads, making them look as pitiful as possible.
Granny Feng, red-eyed with anger, pointed at Gu Xiaoqing and cursed, "You wretched girl, are you courting death? We came to your house with good intentions to visit and recognize relatives, and this is how you treat us? Do you not want this marriage?
If not for that second aunt of yours bragging about how wonderful it all was, saying there's a five hundred yuan dowry, do you think we're that eager? We don't even want it for free.
Apologize to me now. Gu Ruhai, add two hundred yuan more to the dowry, and we'll let this go today. Otherwise, don't dream of your daughter entering our family."
This was really forceful.
