Lu Xuemei, who had always been carefree, almost choked on her rice when she heard the words "first love."
She coughed fiercely a couple of times, picking up her cup and guzzling down two mouthfuls of water.
"I'm full." Having said that, she stood up, leaving her barely touched bowl of rice and walked away without looking back.
The old lady had always been amiable and had a very easy-going temperament.
But on this matter, she rarely showed anger, her complexion turned dark, and her tone rose, "Manman, don't you ever bring up your mother's first love again, and it's best not to ask why she's single either!"
"...Okay." Jiang Man's hand stiffened, holding her chopsticks, not daring to continue picking up any dishes.
She could feel the irritation emanating from the old lady. Was it only because she had been holding back all this while, or because she saw Jiang Man as her lifesaver, that she hadn't already erupted in anger?
Excellent.
Jiang Man felt triumphant inside.