Shen Mianmian didn't talk back, bowing her head to eat her own meal. Arguing with Zhou Lanfang, whether she won or lost, she would be the one to suffer anyway. With Shen Jianhua not at home, Zhou Lanfang had nothing to fear; Mianmian certainly wasn't going to suffer in front of her.
Seeing her silence, Zhou Lanfang was infuriated. As Shen Mianmian reached for some vegetables, Lanfang rapped her hand with chopsticks.
She glared and scolded, "Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know."
Shen Mianmian: "..."
Was this a disaster spilling over into the fish pond?
In this period, Zhou Lanfang hadn't stopped her from eating dinner anymore. It was to let her earn money on Saturdays and Sundays—Mianmian was very clear about this.
Now Zhou Lanfang felt uncomfortable and was taking it out on her again.
She withdrew her chopsticks, finished the congee in her bowl, and quietly waited for the two to finish eating and clean up the tableware.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Lanfang's anger subsided somewhat.
