Aunt Liu Hua shouted at the gate of the courtyard for a while but saw no response from An Jing, although the door to the main room was open; it was obvious that An Jing and Xiao Changyi had returned from town. Knowing that An Jing was deliberately ignoring her, Aunt Liu Hua was very angry and bit her lip before squeezing out a smile again.
She didn’t bother waiting for a response from An Jing anymore and pushed open the gate, heading into the courtyard as she called out, "An Jing, An Jing, it’s me, your Aunt Liu Hua."
At that moment, she affectionately referred to herself as Aunt Liu Hua again...
In the kitchen, An Jing sneered. So, there really was no bottom line.
Aunt Liu Hua had been heading towards the main room, but she unintentionally glanced at the kitchen door, which was also open. Through the wide-open door, she could see the hem of An Jing’s skirt.
Aunt Liu Hua immediately changed direction and walked towards the kitchen.
Hearing the footsteps nearing, An Jing was not in a hurry; she and Changyi were just cutting tofu and not doing anything else—Aunt Liu Hua seeing them wouldn’t matter.
Still, Aunt Liu Hua really had a thick skin; An Jing had ignored her, yet she had the nerve to come in.
"Oh, you’re cutting tofu!" As soon as she entered the kitchen and saw An Jing and Xiao Changyi cutting tofu, Aunt Liu Hua immediately put on an extremely surprised look.
An Jing just felt how fake it was. The old lady’s acting skills needed more practice.
Changyi didn’t even glance at Aunt Liu Hua, taking the kitchen knife from An Jing’s hand and continuing to cut tofu.
As for An Jing, she sat down on the bench at the side of the table, not in any rush to speak, instead taking a sip of water first.
Aunt Liu Hua kept chattering on: "You bought so much tofu, you must have gotten it from the town, right? It’s so far—hauling it back must be troublesome, why not buy from my place? My place is much closer, if you buy this much, my family could even deliver it right to your house."
An Jing took another sip of water before speaking slowly, "This madam, are we familiar with each other?"
Aunt Liu Hua’s smile instantly stiffened on her face, then she hurriedly smiled again and said, "An Jing, why do you speak like that? Although we’re not from the same village now, we can still do business, right?"
An Jing hadn’t forgotten—when everyone was gathered at her courtyard gate, yelling for her and her husband to roll out of the village, this Aunt Liu Hua and Lin Daqiang had the loudest voices; she heard them loud and clear.
She remembered even more the vicious curses Aunt Liu Hua had hurled at her before.
Had it not been for wanting her to buy their tofu in the future, Aunt Liu Hua would not have set foot here.
She really could be shameless!
"Your village head said that from now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other. This madam, you should go back and rest. We won’t be doing business with your family," An Jing replied bluntly.
Aunt Liu Hua was very angry inside, thinking that An Jing was unappreciative, but she still kept a smile on her face: "Strangers can also buy tofu, right? Look, when we go to town and shop, aren’t all the shopkeepers strangers to us? Business has nothing to do with relationships."
"What now, do you intend to force the tofu on us?" An Jing scoffed.
"Of course not," Aunt Liu Hua said hurriedly. "I mean, it’s more convenient for you to buy tofu from my place. Going to town is time-consuming and tiring; I can even give you a discount."
"An Jing, you should—"
"Get out; you are not welcome here," An Jing said, annoyed, no longer willing to waste time with Aunt Liu Hua. Even saying a single word felt like a waste of saliva.