Wang Meilan didn't crack a smile the entire evening.
'Feeding a dog malted milk… How could Zhao Jun even think of something so ridiculous? If outsiders found out, what would they say?'
'Has the Zhao family's eldest son gone mad, or is he just a fool?'
'Did he hunt too many Black Bears recently and think he's suddenly rich?'
Wang Meilan could just imagine the nasty things people would say—things far worse than this.
The point was, what Zhao Jun did was just plain wasteful.
But Zhao Jun had already bought the malted milk, had already fed the Qing Gou pup one meal, and had even put it on a tab at the little store. Wang Meilan couldn't just refuse to pay, could she?
Wouldn't that be even more humiliating?
Having to hold her nose and accept this expense obviously left Wang Meilan feeling very unhappy.
And the result of Wang Meilan's unhappiness was that when it was time for dinner, she scowled at Zhao Jun throughout the entire meal.
