"If you sprout any more nonsense, I'll rip out your tongue! Do you still want to eat pickled cucumbers! Next time I bring pickled cucumbers, don't come crying and asking me for them!" Xia Zhe threatened.
Finding a wife was not as important as eating Qiao Mei's pickled cucumbers. He did not even know when he would find a wife! However, if he wanted to eat pickled cucumbers, he could always ask Xia Zhe to bring some over.
"Then tell me why! I'm just curious!" Zhao Wu said.
"Her name is He Mei and she's not a local. She's from the capital and she has some… enmity with my family. Back then, she almost caused your sister-in-law to suffer from a miscarriage. I won't tell you in detail what happened, but do you still think she's a good person?" Xia Zhe whispered.
