Zhang Xiulian's face darkened further, and she forced a smile, "That's how we've always called you, and you and your dad never said anything..."
Tang Yuanyuan interrupted her, saying coldly, "That depends on the person. Some people are self-aware and know their place, so they won't take advantage of the situation. It's fine for them to call out to others. But some people are different. I'm afraid if I call out to them a few more times, all the relatives from my hometown will come to my restaurant and act like big shots. My restaurant is too small to serve those big shots!"
Ye Qingqing was overjoyed. "A scholar who has been away for three days has changed a lot. Tang Yuanyuan is no longer the same girl she used to be. That was a brilliant retort. She should shut this old white lotus down!"
"Xiulian, where are our dishes? Didn't you say your boyfriend was cooking for you? Why aren't they ready yet? I can cook faster than your boyfriend. You call yourself a master chef? Are you trying to fool us?"
The group of people, who were starving, started complaining. They had only had a bowl of rice porridge that morning and hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since. They were so hungry that their stomachs were practically sticking to their backs. Other tables that had arrived later than them had already started eating, but their food was taking forever to arrive, so they started making a fuss.
Zhang Xiulian's expression changed drastically. Ignoring Tang Yuanyuan, she went back to appease her relatives, fearing they would cause more trouble. The time was not right yet, and she couldn't let these people ruin things.
It's also her fault for not keeping her composure. A few days ago, when she called home, she inadvertently showed off, mainly because she wanted to make those who used to ridicule her envious and jealous. She thought that no matter where she went, Zhang Xiulian could live a good life, and the men she found were all more and more successful than the last.
But she forgot about her aunt's family. Early in the morning, she received a call from her aunt, who wanted to go to town to look around and meet her boyfriend. Zhang Xiulian was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to bite the bullet and receive the whole family. However, when she saw that things were going well, she became bolder and wanted to show off. This led to the incident where Tang's father cooked for her.
Now Zhang Xiulian was filled with regret, secretly praying that Tang Yuanyuan and Ye Qingqing couldn't understand her hometown dialect, and that her aunt spoke quickly and probably hadn't understood.
But to her disappointment, Tang Yuanyuan didn't hear it at all. Ye Qingqing, with her keen senses, heard it clearly and distinctly, and her expression immediately changed.
If she understood correctly, the old white lotus aunt was saying, "Why isn't the food your boyfriend made ready yet?" The old white lotus had just specified that Tang's father should cook the food. So, does that mean that the old white lotus's boyfriend is Tang's father?
Holy crap!
"When did your dad and this woman start dating?" Ye Qingqing asked.
Tang Yuanyuan was dumbfounded, her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a while to come back to her senses. She shook her head repeatedly, "You're talking nonsense. How could my dad date this woman? Your grandma introduced so many good potential partners to my dad, but he didn't even go to see them. How could he possibly be interested in someone like this? Absolutely impossible."
She would never believe that her father would be interested in this old vixen. She had nothing to offer, was just average-looking, was not young, and was uneducated. What did she have that made her father worthy of her?
"Even if my dad were blind, he would never fall for this woman!"
Tang Yuanyuan added firmly, showing that she still had that much confidence.
Ye Qingqing also thought it was unlikely, but men are such strange creatures that it's hard to say. Many men don't cherish their beautiful wives at home and instead go out to find mistresses. Moreover, no matter how talented or beautiful the mistress is, she can't compare to the original wife. I really don't know what men are thinking.
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