Wu Xiaojun suddenly cut in from the side. "Didn't you just say she was a prostitute? How did she become an old maid now?"
"That was what her own sister said—that she'd never even dated anyone. I was just going along with it."
Wu Chunlian didn't care and continued stuffing food into her mouth.
Wu Haishan rubbed his temples, clearly fed up, and reluctantly sat back down. "Stop talking about this. If Ya Ni hears you later, she'll be upset."
Seeing her son back down, Mother Wu's mood improved considerably.
She advised her daughter and younger son, "Your brother's right. Don't say things like that outside anymore. If you want to talk about it, go inside."
"Fine, fine, she's our ancestor now, all right?" Wu Chunlian said as she ate, rolling her eyes dramatically.
Wu Xiaojun had eaten his fill. He tossed aside his bowl and chopsticks, casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and looked at his mother.
"Mom, once we settle things today, can we stop squeezing into that filthy, tiny rental tomorrow? Can we move into their big house downtown?"
"Of course."
Mother Wu believed that as long as Su Ya Ni kept making a scene, that old woman Su Xiaomei would eventually give in.
"Good. I've had enough of this lousy little courtyard. Even the window glass is broken, and every day, before dawn, people start making so much noise in the yard that I can't sleep. It's driving me freaking crazy."
Wu Xiaojun shook his head, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, and crossed his legs.
Mother Wu hurriedly poured him a glass of water. "Don't get worked up. We'll be moving into a clean, beautiful house soon. Then we'll have that woman find you and your sister easy jobs that pay well.