Mrs. Yao, after hearing his words, felt as if she had been struck by lightning on the spot and let out a forced chuckle, "That's right, nursing is a job that really can't be done without women, unless the child is exclusively formula-fed." Thinking to herself about how formidable Mrs. Zhao was, and Mrs. Zhao's son even more so, rivaling her own son, she dared not provoke them, and hastily retreated to find Lu Heyan, asking, "Where's your wife?"
Lu Heyan glanced anxiously toward the door. Mrs. Lu walked in hurriedly from the room opposite, head down. Everyone in the room felt their hearts skip a beat. Mrs. Lu didn't look at anyone, as if focusing solely on her own footsteps, always looking at the ground, she entered the kitchen. Mrs. Yao, seeing her ignore everyone including herself, quickly followed her into the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, Mrs. Yao approached Mrs. Lu at the sink and asked, "What happened?"
