The statement seemed innocent enough.
Her tone was not.
The women nearby exchanged glances. Mo Juan slowly closed his eyes.
"He works for a very good company." Auntie Mo straightened her shoulders slightly.
"He bought his own apartment two years ago."
Mo Juan looked as though he wanted to disappear. His reaction only made the surrounding women more amused.
Guiying quietly reached for a basket of vegetables. If he started working now, perhaps nobody would notice him leaving.
"Where are you going?"
Too late.
Auntie Mo had already caught him. Guiying lifted the basket slightly.
"I thought I should help."
"You can help in a minute."
That tone told him exactly how long this was going to take.
Nearby, one of the aunties bent her head to hide a smile.
Another suddenly became very interested in cleaning radishes. Nobody was being subtle.
"My son is hardworking." Auntie Mo continued as though nobody had moved. "He can cook as well."
Mo Juan looked up.
"Mom."
