"Ya Yuju, give me a break!"
Ya Molian didn't say a word. Instead, it was Ya Enxi, who had just hurried over from outside, who walked into the courtyard and looked contemptuously at Ya Yuju.
"Don't you know that Brother Molian values cleanliness? Every time you make a scene at his house, he has to ask my Beidou and Piao'er from Yufeng's house to clean it all over again, to scrub away the filth you've left behind."
"What did you say?!"
On hearing this, Ya Yuju widened her eyes, staring like copper bells at Ya Enxi.
"I said that the meals you cooked at Brother Molian's house have all been fed to the wild boars in the mountains! Even the bowls and chopsticks have been replaced with new ones. Ah, and have you ever seen Brother Molian wear any of the clothes you've washed for him? They've all been shoved into the stove and burned clean."
Ya Enxi, afraid she might not have heard clearly, said it all in an especially loud voice.
"You–"