Chen Wanqing had completely lost her appetite.
'Why is she trying to shift the trouble onto me?'
'I've always treated Xiang'er well.'
The two sisters-in-law locked eyes. Xiang'er seemed to read something in Chen Wanqing's expression and quickly changed the subject. "Never mind making clothes for a baby. Weren't you just talking about my father yesterday? The anniversary of his death is coming up soon. Didn't you say that now that we're living in a grand, four-courtyard mansion, we should burn one for him too? There's no time like the present. Why don't we go out right now and see if there are any paper effigy shops on the street? We can place an order early so we're not rushing on the day itself."
"Yes, yes, you're right! Look at me, what a memory. I was just talking about it yesterday, and today it completely slipped my mind. Your father will be visiting me in my dreams to complain otherwise. I can't give him the chance to nag me."
