"I bought some deep-fried dough sticks and tofu pudding. You should have some too; eat before you go to work."
Lin Qiaoyun said, "Fengfeng, you're too polite. No need, I'll just make some porridge and have it with Fuguo later."
Having said that, Lin Qiaoyun closed the door again.
"Aunt Yun..." Nan Feng knocked on the door again, but there was no response from inside.
She wanted to say something to Lin Qiaoyun through the door, but seeing that Bu Rong's daughter-in-law had also risen, and she was curiously looking at Nan Feng, Nan Feng worried they would gossip about Lin Qiaoyun, so she had to take the food and go home.
Nan Quanyou was also up, and Nan Feng waited for him to finish washing up before asking him, "Dad, have you thought over what we talked about last night?"
"..." It seemed that Nan Quanyou still hadn't made up his mind.
