The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor Chapter 354: Malicious Intentions of the Zhang Family Arson (1)
Chapter 354: Malicious Intentions of the Zhang Family Arson (1)
At this moment, a malicious voice interjected, "Oh my, the Liu family is really something. Their whole family can't even have a proper meal, yet they still spare no effort to fry dough and show gratitude. We really can't compare!"
The owner of the voice was none other than Wang Dali's wife, who had previous dealings with the Mo family.
The young girl, who had been anxious because Mo Yan refused the fried dough, blushed deeply upon hearing these words. She tightened her grip on the sieve containing the fried dough and looked at Wang's wife angrily.
"Auntie Wang, what do you mean by that? My parents asked me to bring the fried dough over just to thank sister Yan Yan for her hospitality. What's wrong with that?"
Wang Dali's wife looked covetously at the fried dough in the sieve, smacked her lips, and chuckled like an old hen in response to the girl's questioning, "Auntie doesn't mean anything. Isn't it just saying that your parents are generous and gracious? What's wrong with that? Can't even say these nice words?"
"You... you clearly meant something else." The girl was furious, knowing full well that this woman was not speaking kindly, but she didn't know how to refute her.
"What's wrong? Are you trying to pick a fight?" Wang Dali's wife looked disdainfully at her, pointing at the fried dough in the sieve, "Yan Yatou has tasted all sorts of delicacies, why would she care about your shabby stuff? You better take it back and eat it yourself, so you won't embarrass yourself!"
With that, she turned to Mo Yan with a flattering smile and said, "Yan Yatou, am I right?"
The young girl stared at Wang Dali's wife with red eyes, feeling both angry and ashamed. She thought Mo Yan didn't want to accept it because she looked down on the fried dough. But this was the best food her family could offer, and her mother had asked her to bring it over without taking any for themselves.
Mo Yan looked expressionlessly at Wang Dali's wife until she lowered her head in embarrassment. Then she smiled at the almost crying young girl and said, "Fried dough is a good snack. I really like it. Please thank your mother for me."
With that, she reached out and took the sieve, picking up a piece and gently biting into it. It was thin, fragrant, and crispy, prompting her to praise, "Your mother's cooking is really good. I can't make it taste this delicious."
"Yan... Sister Yan Yan..." The young girl looked somewhat excited, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find the right words. Seeing Mo Yan inviting others to come and taste the fried dough, a warm feeling welled up inside her.
Others also wanted to save face, so they came forward one after another to taste the fried dough. After trying it, they all praised how delicious it was and complimented the girl's mother for her skill.
The young girl, perhaps too excited or for some other reason, suddenly turned and ran off without even taking back the sieve.
Wang Dali's wife, who had been embarrassed on the spot, alternated between turning red and pale. Standing there, she rubbed her hands together repeatedly, as if this could alleviate the awkwardness of being slapped in the face.
Mo Yan continued to eat several pieces of fried dough in a row until she felt a bit tired of it. Seeing Wang Dali's wife still standing there, she asked with some confusion, "Aunt Wang, is there something you need?"
"Huh?" Wang Dali's wife seemed not to have recovered from being humiliated on the spot. She was stunned for a moment before quickly putting on a smile and saying, "Auntie is here to apologize to you! Because of some trivial matters before, our two families had a little dispute. Thanks to Miss Yan's generosity, she didn't take it to heart and even let our whole family move in. Thank you so much!"
"Apologize, huh?" Mo Yan looked at her teasingly, drawing out the word "huh" for a long time, and then she chewed on a piece of fried dough with a loud crunch. She said something irrelevant: "Although this fried dough is not a precious delicacy, it's the thought that counts. It's comforting to eat!"
Wang Dali's wife was initially stunned, somewhat puzzled. After chewing on these words for a while, her face turned red, looking embarrassed but actually extremely angry!
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