Introspection
Editor: Atlas Studios
Madam Liu-Zhao stared at her husband in shock. "Are you crazy?"
Wasn't this akin to cutting off one's own nose to spite one's face? Wouldn't they be the ones to suffer in the end?
Yet, Liu Ting insisted on doing so. He got Liu Lang to call all the children below the age of 15 in the village over. This way, there would be a lot of children. With there being more than 50 of them in the village, two tables were simply not enough.
However, Liu Ting said, "When the time comes, let the children stand. Put the dishes on the table and let them snatch them themselves. Anyway, there's a lot of meat today. There's no need to worry about them not being able to snatch any."
Looking at her stubborn husband, Madam Liu-Zhao stomped her feet. "In the past, you even said that Liu Zhuang was mischievous. I think you're even more so than him."