"Oh, what's the hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet," Hua Xiaomai rolled her eyes, making an "I told you so" expression towards Zuo Jinxiang, and said helplessly, "Ever since the second day, she hasn't eaten a bowl of noodles at the stall, but it's precisely because she doesn't eat that I find it even more troublesome! She..."
She spilled out everything that had happened these past few days, rubbing her temples as if with a headache, she said: "Now when I listen to the customers who come to eat noodles talking to her, in their words, it seems like they think the stall is run by both her and me. She is busy there every day, and although she hasn't said anything, can I really let her work for nothing? What would that make me look like in the eyes of others?"
Hua's second wife was at a loss for words. After Zuo Jinxiang heard this, she immediately gave a cold laugh.