At dusk, Mei Feng returned home.
Even before she unlocked the door, she smelled her favorite dish, steamed pork ribs with rice flour.
Creak, the door opened, and as soon as she changed into slippers, she saw Shan Chuan, apron tied around his waist, scurrying over.
"Mei Feng, how was it today? Did you win at mahjong?"
Mei Feng was someone who couldn'sit still. Even though her injuries hadn't healed, she had already run off to play mahjong at Manager Wang's place.
However, after arguing with her daughter Luo Ning last time, she did try to control herself and rushed back home at mealtime.
"No!"
As usual, Mei Feng's irritation flared up at the sight of Shan Chuan, "Annoying! I didn't win a single hand in the last round, and I even let through two winning tiles!"
"Wait. Why are you wearing that?"
She seemed to notice Shan Chuan's attire and asked with a frown.
"To cook."
