During the New Year, the restaurant closed down, so she was inevitably idle at home for a while. Thinking about this, her heart couldn't help but worry. It wasn't because she was born to toil, unable to survive without working for a single day; rather... since that day of quarreling, Meng's mother had been treating her like she didn't exist. Whenever they encountered each other in the courtyard, it would always end up with Meng's mother bearing a grim look on her face, as dark as the bottom of a pot—Hua Xiaomai was barely at home from dawn to dusk, yet it was already like this; if they lived together day and night, wouldn't the roof be blown away by their disputes?
She couldn't bear to share these vexatious thoughts with Meng Yuhuai; she could only silently sigh in her heart. Fortunate, the Lianshun Escort Agency was also closing for over ten days during the New Year. With him at home, the situation hopefully wouldn't become too hideous.
