The brothers Zhao Tang and Zhao Lu left Songhe Hall, both wearing grim expressions.
Zhao Tang said, "Third Brother, are we being too indulgent with the wives? No one knows our mother better than the two of us brothers. Whatever the matter, she always downplays it. Your second sister-in-law and third brother's wife may have upset Mother quite a bit."
Zhao Lu nodded, "Second Brother, I think so too. We can't let them get our mother so worked up."
The brothers whispered to each other for quite a while, coming up with what they thought was a clever plan.
Then they went to the kitchen to convey their mother's instructions to the cook, Mrs. Li.
"Second Master, Third Master, does the old lady find the Cloud Cake I made disagreeable?" Mrs. Li asked nervously.
