"Isn't this all your masterpiece?"
Mo Daoyan muttered under his breath, as last night while going to sleep, Madam Ruan had proudly recounted to him how she had spread rumors in the village. Thus, he was well aware of the entire situation.
The June sun was brutally searing, baking the entire farmland as the heat assaulted them.
They had quarreled for several Shichen Chinese Time and, before they knew it, it was noon, the most scorching part of the day.
Old Lady Mo was drenched in sweat, her clothes completely soaked, but thinking about taking over the watermelon patch and the heaps of silver that would soon come, she didn't mind the hardship. However, sweating profusely, she became very thirsty. She walked over, planning to eat a slice of watermelon to quench her thirst, and faintly overheard Mr. and Mrs. Mo Daoyan's conversation. Inquisitive, she asked, "What are you talking about?"