Liang Yuening clenched his sleeve with distress and gently pressed it onto her sweat-drenched forehead. The kitchen was smoky and sweltering, enough to exhaust his wife. Look, she was sweating already.
But it would have been better if he hadn't wiped it, because once he did...
Hmm, the little wife immediately turned into a little tabby cat.
It couldn't be helped, it was really because Liang Yuening's sleeves were too dirty, covered in dust and grime.
So, next, Gao's courtyard set up tables, and the food was served. The villagers pulled up chairs to sit down or stood by the table, clutching bowls brimming with white rice. They ate so deliciously, scarfing down the food voraciously with their chopsticks moving rapidly.
The change had begun imperceptibly.
In the past, these people were afraid of Dong Huiying, worried about her fierce reputation and afraid she might lose control of her temper and lash out.
Their understanding of Dong Huiying was truly too scant.
