Mrs. Liu did not want to offend the patriarch or his family so she could do nothing but to pout after hearing what she said. She did, however, grumbled to herself, “That was quite chatty for someone who had no energy to speak.”
Mrs. Liu dashed over and snatched the basket over. Her eyes locked onto the preserved pork like a hungry wolf eyed it’s prey. She counted the slices of the pork a few times, and took each biscuit in her hand to gauge their weight one by one. Then, staring viciously at Gu Ye, she growled, “You lowly girl, did you already stole some food and ate them back at home?”
“I didn’t steal and I didn’t eat. Others may not know, but wouldn’t you?” If it was still the original owner, she would have been terrified by Mrs. Liu’s vicious look. Yet Gu Ye acted as though she didn’t even noticed and merely answered her with a question in an even tone.