Meanwhile, in the back kitchen of the small diner.
Jin Cui's husband was hunched over peeling garlic while his mother, exasperated with him, began to scold him.
"Look at you, just look at you! When a woman runs the house, the roof caves in. This diner has only been open a few days, and she's already having friends over, making all this food to entertain them. How much money do you think that costs?"
Jin Cui's husband was an honest and simple man. He didn't argue back at his mother's words, just kept his head down and continued peeling garlic.
Seeing this, Jin Cui's mother-in-law became even more furious.
"You're as useless as a wet noodle! Can't you even ask what's going on?"
"Ma, stop! Xiaocui said that's her best friend from when she worked at the laundry. She just happened to be passing by today. It's not a big deal to treat her to a meal, is it?" the man pleaded.
His attempt to placate her backfired, only making his mother even angrier.
