"Oh, do you plan to just leave like that?" Mrs. Hai Wei stood up from her seat, grabbing a breakfast knife and twirling it in her hand, "Where is your husband? Invite him in too. Let's have breakfast together. I just so happen to have prepared breakfast for three."
"No thanks, we prefer to have porridge back at home," Tan Rou took a step back, "How about this, next time we'll invite you over for porridge, does that sound good?"
It wasn't that she couldn't beat this lady, but she felt they hadn't gotten to that point yet. This lady had, after all, provided some conveniences for them, and if she beat her up now, she'd have a guilty conscience.
"When my husband was alive, he also liked porridge, but after he died, I started to make breakfast to my own liking," Mrs. Hai Wei said easily. "Before, he would argue with me, but since his death, he hasn't uttered a word of opposition. Listen for yourself."
Tan Rou just felt speechless. How could someone who was thoroughly dead argue back?
