'Alas, it seems that things have really gotten bad. otherwise, I wouldn't be seeing this side.'
Philippa sat down on the prepared chair. The food was also served. She left without eating, so she was quite hungry. Since her mother-in-law was also eating, she picked a spoon and tasted the bird nest and her eyes lit up.
"Mother, this is quite good. Which type is this?" she exclaimed as she looked at the reddish blood nest she was eating.
Madam Langdale nearly rolled her eyes at Philippa thinking to herself if this was a new way for her to start conversations.
Her son wasn't thrifty and definitely stingy not to afford red bird nest. So, what was this woman talking about?
Seeing her mother's gaze, Philippa nearly cursed out loud.
She was just trying to make a conversation. Why was she being gawked at like that?
Unfortunately, Madam Langdale wasn't in the mood to entertain her antics.
