Mrs. Cheng stared blankly at the village chief, somewhat unresponsive. Although she was a village woman, she had lived most of her life and had some discernment.
The Old Jiang in front of her seemed like an important figure. As far as she knew, neither her family nor her late husband's family had any wealthy relatives.
Mrs. Cheng pondered over this as she followed everyone into the living room.
"Xiao Li's mom, why are you dawdling? Come in," the village chief urged as he saw Mrs. Cheng walking slowly at the back.
As the village chief prompted her, Mrs. Cheng returned to her senses and entered the room. She greeted Old Jiang and the others to take a seat and went inside to fetch tea leaves to prepare tea for the guests.
Old Jiang observed this and said to the village chief, "Tell her not to trouble herself, just sit down and let's talk."
The village chief, hearing this, directly told Mrs. Cheng, "Xiao Li's mom, stop bustling around. Old Jiang is asking you to come over and sit."
