When it comes to matters involving the villagers, Wu Lan is always eager to inquire. However, she chose the wrong timing—right during dinner—
In the past, most discussions at the dining table could lead to some fruitful outcomes.
But nowadays...
Just look at Lady Tang delicately picking up a piece of fish with her chopsticks before swiftly grabbing a chunk of fermented tofu… And only after all the dishes on the table were emptied did she slightly relax her posture.
—Disdain.
No wonder, really—those interviewers sitting at the table had such poor manners while eating… they gobbled down their food like ravenous wolves! The only reason there were any leftovers on the table was because everyone's stomachs were still relatively small—it wasn't that their eating pace had slowed.
As a result, the question Wu Lan had mulling around her mind quickly vanished as she chewed two bites of rice, her thoughts swallowing along with the grains down into her gut.
