Lady Tang was astounded: "Is that a spread on your sofa? It's not its original look?" When she first entered the living room, she was shocked by the flamboyant colors and thought it was a unique aesthetic of the countryside, hardly bearing to look closely.
"Not at all!" Wu Lan pouted, full of contempt: "These young kids only care about looks—those cream yellow, cream white sofas, they don't handle dirt well at all. Imagine us, coming back from the fields exhausted, wanting to sit on the sofa, and immediately there's a big grey stain..."
She became proud: "Later I covered it with this coarse cloth bedsheet, so much more convenient! No need to wash the sofa cover anymore!"
Song Tan, helpless: "Mom, that was an elastic sofa cover specially acquired by Zhao Fangyuan for me. If it gets dirty, just remove it, wash it, give the elastic a tug, and it can be fitted back on..."
