Madam Jiang and Father Jiang were talking in the kitchen, but their attention was actually upstairs.
Seeing that the young couple hadn't come downstairs for a long time, Madam Jiang felt a mix of happiness and worry.
On the one hand, she thought that if the two could have some time alone, it might help them rekindle their feelings for each other.
If something happened, maybe they wouldn't go through with the divorce.
After all, the saying goes: fight at the head of the bed, make up at the other end...
On the other hand, she feared they might be arguing upstairs.
Madam Jiang's emotions were in complete turmoil.
As she dropped the dumplings into the pot, she said to Father Jiang, "Go to the living room and listen to see if they're arguing."
Father Jiang would have none of it.
"Sneaking around like that, what kind of person would that make me?"
Madam Jiang clicked her tongue. "You've got good ears. Just go listen. This is about caring for the children, not sneaking around."
