The commotion on their end attracted many children from the street and also caught Mrs. Wang's attention.
Tie Zhu's wife, Mrs. Zheng, who always flattered Mrs. Wang, said coldly, "What's all this fuss about every day? Don't they know they'll disturb the neighbors?"
Mrs. Wang stood at her doorway, glanced at the children, and remarked, "A bunch of ill-mannered brats."
Mrs. Zheng continued to fan the flames. "If you ask me, Zhao Dong's family is truly unfilial. They're making money selling tofu but don't even think of honoring you, their mother. They're quite close with the Sun Family, though. Aren't they afraid of being badmouthed by everyone?"
Mrs. Wang snorted, saying disdainfully, "How much money can they make selling tofu? I don't care for their respect. As long as they don't come to me for handouts, I'll be saying my prayers."
