"Wow, you think you're right now? Your table full of old and weak women and children came over to freeload, really treating someone else's home like your own."
If you want to have a feast, this is not the way to do it. Poor people with poor spirits!" That person shouted loudly.
"Who are you calling poor? Make yourself clear."
That statement about being poor hit Old Mrs. Mu's sore spot. Originally watching from the side for fun, Old Mrs. Mu stuck her hand on her waist, looking like she was ready to fight.
"Old hag, I wasn't talking about you. Why are you butting in? I'm here to teach your unruly son a lesson for you. You don't know how to discipline him, so I'm helping out without charging you." The man rolled up his sleeves, completely dismissing Old Mrs. Mu.
"Pah, what do you think you are? My son doesn't need you to discipline him."
Old Mrs. Mu spat and cursed loudly.
