Once they reached the edge of the village, Zhao Yan got off the ox cart and left. Only when he was well out of sight did the auntie feel safe enough to raise her voice.
"You tell me, I don't know how the Zhao Family raised that boy. He has absolutely no manners. To think he accused me of coveting his pastries—what a joke! At my age, is there any delicacy I haven't tried?" The auntie complained, fuming with indignation.
The few aunties who were close to her just smiled and said nothing, letting her rant on by herself. They had known each other long enough to know exactly what kind of person she was; they simply listened to her puffed-up boasts and took them with a grain of salt, never letting them weigh on their minds.
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