Usually, on the bamboo bed, lunch only had a few simple dishes, but Mr. Tu Coi's family still enjoyed it happily. Today, they had added the braised snakehead fish dish that he and his wife loved the most, but both of them sat there absentmindedly, not even touching their chopsticks. Seeing her parents sad, Nga held back a sigh and tried to advise them. Finally, her mother relented, handed the bowl of rice to her husband, and whispered softly.
Mr. Tu had just lifted his bowl of rice and had eaten a few chopsticks when he heard a group of people shouting and cursing loudly. Mr. Tu and his wife frowned in worry, quickly put down their bowls of rice, then quickly put on their bamboo clogs and ran outside. Three or four servants with fierce faces stood on both sides, in the middle was the councilor Thanh, wearing a majestic black tunic and turban. As soon as they saw the councilor, Mr. Tu and his wife immediately knelt down and spoke respectfully: