Upon hearing the old lady's words and seeing her disdainful expression, Xinyan burst into laughter, "Old lady, meeting is fate. Bring your bowl from home, and I'll ladle you a small bowl of fish soup. Try Aunt Chen's cooking."
The old lady, hearing there was fish soup to drink, stopped grumbling about her daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law and smiled cheerfully, "Then I won't stand on ceremony. This aroma has been tempting me for a while."
The daughter-in-law sitting nearby felt a bit embarrassed and coughed lightly, "Our old lady has loved good food her whole life. Unfortunately, among the few of us daughters-in-law, and even the few granddaughters-in-law who married in later, none of us can really cook well. Our cooking skills are just average."
The old lady quipped, "What kind of fate do I have?"
The entire room burst into laughter.
