Bab 140: It Won't Kill You, But You'll Wish That You Were Dead

The deep-fried tofu was so fragrant that it attracted Old Madam Ma and the others.

Xie Heng fried the tofu in the kitchen while Zhao Chuchu and Zhao Guitang fanned the flames of the stove in front of the stove cavity.

Madam He and Zhao Meilan carried the fried tofu out to put it in the dining room. Old Madam Ma just happened to walk in and see them.

"Seriously? How dare you hide from me and eat behind my back? You unfilial, ungrateful brat. Did you toss all your morals into the trash? It's your duty to be filial toward me. Put it down!" Old Madam Ma stepped forward. The fragrance of the tofu from the basket was starting to make her feel hungry.

Madam He's expression turned cold. Finally, she said, "We've already moved out of the Zhao clan. Whatever we make has nothing to do with you, isn't it?"

Madam He's face was filled with disbelief. How much oil did they use for frying this thing? Did Zhao Guitang hide money from them?