Not achieving her goal, Zhao Lingxiang came out of Zhao Erhu's house with a gloomy face, too lazy even to pretend. In Zhao Lingxiang's eyes, Zhao Erhu and his wife were still lower in status than Zhao Xinglin and his wife. She didn't believe at all that the Magistrate would view Zhao Erhu differently as the master had said. She had come here only for the master's orders and those recipes for making food.
"Nothing but ungrateful wretches, each more detestable than the last," Zhao Lingxiang murmured. Though she didn't name names, everyone knew to whom she referred.