Wang Zemin hesitated for a moment, then counted out twenty for her.
His third sister also came forward and borrowed twenty, followed by Eldest Aunt Wang. In total, eighty yuan was split perfectly among the four siblings, twenty for each.
The three sisters took the money, helped clear the dishes from the table, tossed them into the pot, and then left.
Wang Zemin stared at the remaining twenty yuan in his hand and sat in a daze for a while. He glanced at the tables and stools in the courtyard, then wearily got up, picked up a stool, and headed toward the main hall.
On the way, Wang Zhixue told his mother and aunt the reason for the argument.
It turned out Eldest Aunt Wang's grandson hadn't been satisfied with the zongzi and pastries from Lin Lan and had thrown a tantrum, rolling on the ground and demanding more.
Eldest Aunt Wang complained that Lin Lan had sent too few zongzi, calling her stingy.
