"Mother, I bet you didn't know that little bitch was such a good cook, did you? Those pork cracklings she rendered, and the noodles she made... I've never seen anything like it. I could tell how delicious it was just by the smell, even through the wall..." Mrs. Zhu gestured wildly as she spoke, not noticing the drool dripping onto her sleeve.
Aunt Kang shot her a disgusted look, and only then did Mrs. Zhu hastily wipe her sleeve with her hand.
"Mother, you tell me, where did that damned girl get the money for meat? Don't tell me someone's secretly funding her, are they?"
As Mrs. Zhu said this, her eyes kept darting toward the members of the first branch of the family.
Ji Liansong and Yang hung their heads even lower, while Ji Mingfang stared at her, his face a blank mask.
But Aunt Kang wasn't swayed by Mrs. Zhu's insinuation.
