After speaking, Uncle An's wife didn't even spare Du Guijuan a glance.
Du Guijuan's expression was absolutely ghastly.
'How could things be different?'
In Du Guijuan's eyes, the An family were just a bunch of illiterate old farmers, people you could get to do things for you with a few small favors.
But today, she hadn't gotten her way even once.
"I—I didn't mean it like that, Ercheng—"
Du Guijuan clung to An Ercheng's arm, leaning her entire body against him, creating the illusion that he was the one in charge.
"Sister-in-law, you've gone too far."
BANG!
With a CLATTER, the tobacco basket hit the floor.
Uncle An drew back his arm. His previously slightly stooped back was now bolt upright.
"An eldest sister-in-law is like a mother. In our An family, she has earned that right!"
Uncle An's wife, who had been sitting on the kang, got down, picked up the tobacco basket, and slapped it a couple of times to knock off the dust.
"What a waste of what little tobacco was left."
