That day's dinner left a few people very unsatisfied.
One of them was Zhuo Feng, the seasoned cook, who upon barely touching the dishes started criticizing – this dish is too watery, that fish is too oily. She lamented that young people just don't know how to live economically, especially now when cooking oil sells at such a high price.
A perfectly good meal had Zhuo Feng practically hormonal.
As soon as dinner was done, Feng Xing assigned the sleeping arrangements.
Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng, uncle and nephew, would use his and Zhuo Feng's room while Old Lady Feng would take Xiao Xian's room. As for him, he'd temporarily sleep on the living room sofa.
Zhuo Feng didn't say a word. She could only vent in front of Xiao Xian about Old Lady Feng's continual nagging, as she didn't want Feng Xing caught in the middle. But still, the old lady's words left a knot in Zhuo Feng's heart, and lying in bed at night, she tossed and turned unable to sleep.
