Tong Huaqiong finished speaking and ignored Tong Zhijie.
She's not like Tong Dajiao, she has absolutely no warmth for this nephew of hers.
Tong Fusheng and Mrs. Wang were secretly alarmed; even his favorite Tong Zhijie was being criticized by the sister.
"Zhijie, if you're not going to eat, then clear the dishes," Tong Huaqiong directly ordered Tong Zhijie.
Tong Zhijie looked up, incredulous, at Tong Huaqiong.
He's never washed so much as a pair of chopsticks in his life, and now he's being asked to work?
He wouldn't do it.
Gu Dashu said from the side, "Zhijie, it's not that I'm blaming you, but this table full of dishes was prepared by your mother and sister, and you're just going to eat without doing anything. Shouldn't you be cleaning up after the meal?"
Liu Yueer chimed in, "Uncle, Auntie, if I may say, you're spoiling Zhijie too much."
Mrs. Wang said, "What kind of man goes into the kitchen? My Zhijie is at least a scholar, destined for big things."
