Zhao Xiaojuan indeed chimed in from time to time, but she was tongue-tied and couldn't speak well, only managing an "um" or an "ah".
The old lady, listening, always felt that she was just humoring her.
The men didn't like to talk about these trivial family matters, the girls were afraid of her and didn't dare to join the conversation, and the boys were still savoring the noon meal.
Jiang Dashan had drunk a few too many glasses of wine and was now experiencing a headache, the nagging of his old wife only made it worse, "Ah, enough, stop your nagging, it's bought, we can't return it."
"Can't I even complain a little?!" Zhang Guihua glared at him, but in the end, she shut her mouth, though her chest began to ache from the frustration.
As they entered the village, the villagers who had just finished their dinner and were out for a stroll, saw them returning and curiously gathered to ask questions.
"Auntie, how's Brother Changhai's new house? Is it big? Is it stylish?"
