"Illegitimate child?" Zhou Guizhi laughed when she heard the rumor, "How old is Huanhuan, and how old is that child?"
Jiang Xingmei bit into the mixed flour bun, which had too much cornmeal, making her throat stretch long before swallowing, "The child my brother brought back is about four or five years old. I don't know who's gossiping. If I find out, I'll tear her mouth apart."
"Oh, alright, alright, say less of these things. You're grown up now, soon to be someone else's wife, still you can't control your mouth." Zhou Guizhi glared at her.
Jiang Xingmei had just taken a sip of wild vegetable soup and nearly choked herself. She wanted to mention that Zhao Jianjun was still waiting to call off the engagement, but the news hadn't come through yet, so she could only pretend not to know.
With harvest season approaching, even the greatest matters must take a backseat, as this concerns the year's food supply and survival.
