Fang Hui couldn't accept it, "Qinqin! If you said just one word about the pickled cabbage issue, Qianqian wouldn't stubbornly insist on handling it! Now she's managing the pine eggs and has even set up a breeding farm, and she's still in charge of the pickled cabbage. She's about to get married too. Is she supposed to take all that with her to her new home?!"
"How about you wait a bit longer? She should be back by this afternoon. You could talk to her then?" Pei Qin asked with a smile.
Fang Hui saw that she was getting nowhere, and her childhood pride prevented her from lowering her stance any further, leaving her with an increasingly ugly expression on her face.
Li Hualing pulled at her, "Let's just go! Pei Qin has been reasonable enough. If you irritate her any further and she really gets upset, they could finish gathering all the cabbages and block every path for us, then we'll really have something to cry about."