Everyone laughed and bantered.
One old lady even said she had originally considered marrying her niece to Mr. Su, but now she has given up that idea.
Tong Huaqiong said, "The good show is about to start. Everyone, seal your lips and listen carefully to the performance."
The women in Qinghe Bay could be quite fierce, and if Tong Huaqiong didn't say anything, things might escalate quickly.
No matter how persuasive Mr. Su was, or how feisty Pandie was, they couldn't keep up with the pace and would surely end up embarrassed.
"Yes, yes, the show is starting. Dajiao, come sit here."
"Owner, I have a spot here for you to sit first."
Everyone's eyes shifted to Tong Huaqiong, urging her to take a seat.
Unable to resist everyone's enthusiasm, Tong Huaqiong and Mrs. Hong had to sit down.
It was not a bad idea to experience the lively atmosphere of singing traditional opera during the New Year.
