Ye Man's mother became increasingly irritated, "It turns out we've been deceived by that wretched girl, I'm afraid it's the loach Gu Feng can't stand to eat. Just think about how we urged him to eat so many loaches today, and how that kid managed to keep a straight face without letting us notice anything amiss."
"Alright, alright, the child knows she was wrong," Ye Man's father said reproachfully, looking at Ye Man who was clearly feeling guilty, and sighed with a helpless smile. No wonder his daughter seemed especially joyful tonight—the root cause lay here after all.
"And you're still laughing, you think what she did was right, don't you? She didn't realize her mistake—she just had a guilty conscience," Ye Man's mother continued to fume, thinking about how she had played the "accomplice" tonight, ceaselessly persuading Gu Feng to eat more loach, most of the large pot ending up in his bowl—just thinking about it made her feel tangled.
How could she face Gu Feng tomorrow?