The only thing that caused her distress was Meng's old mother.
Her mother-in-law had not addressed her for many days now; she came to the shop as usual every day, eyes fixed tightly on her every move, but consistently refused to speak a single word to her. On the occasions when their gazes met, Meng's old mother would immediately shift her eyes away, treating her as though she were invisible or a lifeless object.
Quite a temper she has... Hua Xiaomai quietly scoffed to herself. However, things have been busy lately, and I'm afraid it'll only be after the birthday banquet that I'll have a chance to have a proper talk with her.
The twelfth of September was fast approaching, which was the actual day of Qiao Xiong's father-in-law's birthday banquet.
