Fangzheng scratched his head. "Sorry about that. My eyes aren't that good. The water was boiling, and there were indeed some rice grains tossing inside. I just thought the pot wasn't clean…"
"You!" Song Keling rolled her eyes in anger. Although they collected boarding fees from everyone, they did not receive a large amount of money. Each person came up to ten yuan a day! What could they eat with ten yuan? They could only eat mantous, gruel, and salted vegetables. She also wished to eat something better, but they did not have the money for that! How many people here could afford anything better? However she could not say that as she had taken 2000 yuan from Fangzheng. He had paid several times what the others had paid.
"Why? Is there a problem?" asked Fangzheng as he scratched his head.
