Day had broken, and Ren Jing, having had her fill of sleep, emerged lethargically from her room.
Sitting in the living room, she saw the breakfast laid out on the table that had already gone cold and frowned impatiently.
"What's going on? Dong Fenfen, I have a delicate stomach; I need to drink hot soup in the morning. This soup is cold now; go heat it up for me."
She called out for a long time, but no one paid any attention to her.
"What is that bumpkin busy with? Has she gone deaf?"
She slapped the table and stood up, ready to find Dong Fenfen in the backyard to cause trouble.
Having only taken a few steps, she saw Dong Fenfen emerge from Nie Wen's room.
"Mom, you're up?"
Ren Jing couldn't help but let her irritation show as she quickly approached.
"Early in the morning, instead of making my breakfast, what are you doing in the old lady's room?"
"Hmph, don't get too cocky just because Wenbo argued with me over you yesterday."
