Li Meirong rushed through the exit of the courtyard. Her chest was heaving with rage: "Stingy, arrogant fool," she muttered to herself: "Just wait until I tell my parents about this. We'll see how long your precious tavern lasts when the rest of the family turns their backs on you!"
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Was it not just one dish? Why was he acting like giving one portion would kill him?
And that child Li Yujian, having no manners, actually dared to talk to her like that.
Li Meirong walked down the path with a dark expression, but before she could reach the carriage waiting outside, she nearly bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're…" Li Meirong began to snap, but stopped instantly when she saw the woman's face: "Mother?"
