Madam Zhao, having recovered somewhat, came again to the General Mansion.
Jiang Lai was eating, and Chun Yue brought Madam Zhao in.
"Eating, huh? Let me see what you're eating."
Madam Zhao glanced at the exquisite meal on Jiang Lai's table. Even the plates were gold-plated, with a dozen dishes placed in front of Jiang Lai, a special maid quietly attending to serve.
Resentment flickered in Madam Zhao's eyes.
The Marquis Mansion's days were barely getting by, while Jiang Lai comfortably enjoyed fine food and drinks at the General Mansion, never thinking to honor her as his mother.
"Luckily, I haven't eaten yet either. Pass me those chopsticks."
The maid handed over a pair of chopsticks, and Madam Zhao sat down to eat.
Jiang Lai understood her situation well enough; the Marquis Mansion likely was just an empty shell now. Though her aunt from the Marquis Mansion seemed a wealthy lady from a noble house, even daily meals were a problem.
