"Xiao Yi, go with your mom to get a few empty bowls and wine glasses." Lady Chen noticed the atmosphere was off and quickly pulled Tang Xiao Yi away.
Tang Xiao Yi, being dragged by his mother, couldn't help but pout because he knew that the freeloaders had arrived. And these were the people who would eat your food and not even say a good word in return.
So when he got into the kitchen, he still huffed and said to Lady Chen, "Mom, they were so bad to us before, why should we let them eat the good stuff we make? I haven't had enough yet."
Seeing him with his lips pouted and cheeks puffed like an angry little goldfish, he looked so cute that she couldn't resist reaching out to tap his nose. "You little brat, you really hold grudges, huh? Now their days aren't going well. Our days are better; letting them eat a bit doesn't matter."
