Mr. Wang coughed awkwardly twice. Mrs. Qian glanced over, "What? Do you have any opinions?"
Mr. Wang shook his head like a rattle drum, "No opinions, no opinions, I just had an itchy throat earlier. Madam, don't just drink, come, eat some food, eat some food. Dahe's mother, you too, eat, eat. Forgive us for not being hospitable enough."
It was his oversight; why didn't he stop Hong Xing from bringing out the wine?
Now it's out; he didn't know where to hide his face.
Mr. Wang looked at Zhao Dahe for help, luckily the student knew his mistress's nature, and would ask Dahe to explain properly to his mother later.
Even though his wife said that, he was a gentleman with no improper thoughts.
Meng Yao also found it hard to decide whether to laugh or cry; Mrs. Qian was the kind who wouldn't stop until she achieved her goal.
"I'll rely on you to look after me in the future, sister." Meng Yao said.
