Madam Zhou's words swiftly reached Wufu's ears, and by evening, she had arrived at the main house to join Madam Zhou for dinner.
"I thought you would be so busy with that carving that you'd even take your meals in the study," said Madam Zhou with a smile, pulling her to sit down.
Wufu replied, "I can still make time to join Mother for dinner."
As the mother and daughter sat at the dining table, although their life was comfortable now, Madam Zhou was still frugal. Their usual meals consisted of four dishes and one soup, but they were prepared with more refinement.
Eating without speaking, speaking without sleeping, was not a principle Wufu adhered to; Madam Zhou had also become accustomed to her talking, so the two of them always chatted while they ate.
"I thought you would be dining with Zhou Xueli tonight," Wufu said with a smile.
Madam Zhou paused, then answered, "No."
Wufu looked at her.
