Song Tao looked at her father's cowardly demeanor and felt as though a foul breath was choked up in her chest.
She shifted to one side, making way for Song Daliang, and said, "Father, your friends must still be waiting for you. You should go and enjoy yourself; mother and I will prepare some offerings for Uncle, tomorrow is his twenty-seventh day memorial."
Song Daliang was in no mood to go out anymore.
The reason the Song Family Kiln Factory had been able to continuously receive orders from the Imperial Kiln Factory over the years was not because Song Youliang had great relationships with each successive Supervisor of Pottery, but because the Song Family could produce the white porcelain for imperial rituals that even the Imperial Kiln Factory couldn't replicate.
That was the reason the Song Family Kiln Factory dared to claim to be the best in Jingde Town.
If the Song Family Kiln Factory could no longer produce white porcelain, then what was there to fight for?