Watching others carry off white flour steamed buns and golden-brown sugar cakes, Mrs. Zhu's heart ached so badly she wanted to march right over and snatch them away.
It all came down to that wretched girl. She didn't even have the decency to inform the main family residence about the house-raising, letting outsiders reap all the benefits instead.
When Mingmao heard it was all gone, he flung Mrs. Zhu's hand away and began to wail.
"You just had to sleep in! See? Everyone else has snatched up all the good things! I don't care! I want sugar cakes! I want sugar balls, too!"
A passerby overheard and chimed in, "Aren't you that Wuan girl's third aunt? Why not go over now and have a look? Surely she would have saved something to show respect to you, her aunt?"
This was clearly a taunt, and of course Mrs. Zhu knew it.
She planted her hands on her hips and shot back, "Can't even stuff that foul mouth of yours shut with food? Careful you don't choke to death on that white bun!"
