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Shi Liuli put down her chopsticks and gave the table a firm smack, huffing:
"At least I have this intention, willing to offer my meager strength for my husband's gastronomic desires."
"Naturally, I cannot compare to certain concubines who spend all day composing poems and playing zither, humming tunes, and fancying themselves as refined and cultured, oblivious to their utter uselessness at home, which is truly laughable."
Xu Yinglian's eye twitched as she sneered:
"Who says I am utterly useless? At least I have a son, continuing our family's lineage and the ancestral incense."
"Unlike some women who, after sharing the marital bed for three years, can't even bear a child."
"Who are you saying can't bear a child!" Shi Liuli screamed, about to flip the table.
But the tabletop wouldn't budge; it was An Zhisu across from her, holding down the table with one hand, preventing her from flipping it. She spoke in a soft voice: