When Wang Zemin opened the courtyard gate, he was startled for a moment to see her. "Lirong, what's brought you here so early? Is something wrong?"
Yang Lirong gave a dry laugh. "Brother-in-law, I came to watch my sister make the tofu pudding. I've completely forgotten how to mix the gypsum water."
"Oh! Come on in. Your sister is just about to start the tofu pudding," Wang Zemin said with a smile, letting her into the courtyard and closing the gate behind them.
Up on the porch, Wang Zhilin, who was turning the millstone, curled his lip at Wang Zhixue. "Look at Auntie, big brother. She thinks our family is just like hers—full of people who don't keep their word."
Wang Zhixue remained silent. He didn't like his aunt's family either. They were a bit better off than his family, and not only did his two male cousins and one female cousin never greet them, but they also joined in with outsiders to make fun of them.
