Tong Fusheng and Mrs. Wang were so angry they almost spat blood.
Look at what kind of question is that?
They had come all the way from Black Dragon Village. If they didn't stay, should they travel back at night?
Besides, they hadn't gotten any silver or grain, how could they leave?
"Sister, since we're here, of course, we're staying," Mrs. Wang said.
Mrs. Wang was especially angry.
She had spent the whole afternoon preparing a large table of food, all of which was eaten by Tong Huaqiong and her group of bad bamboos, leaving hardly any for her own husband and son.
After the meal, she still had to clean up.
What made her most furious was that the money for the groceries came out of their own pocket.
That was their only two taels of silver, all spent in one go by that fool Gu Dahuan.
Luckily, when she was cooking dinner, she deliberately saved some meat and vegetables, some lamb, noodles, and eggs, just in case Tong Zhijie got hungry at night.
