The villa.
The first-floor living room.
They had just said a pie would fall from the sky, and then a pie really did come tumbling down from above. Every elder and junior in the Fang family living room was dumbfounded!
"Good heavens!"
"You scared me!"
"Th-This really fell down?"
"How did it fall? Where did the pie come from?"
"Hey, why does this pie look so familiar? Didn't I make this at noon? There was one left after we finished eating, and wasn't it sitting in the kitchen?"
"Third Aunt, is it really the one you made?"
"Yes. I always pinch the folds that way. There's no mistake."
The women of the Fang family immediately began discussing it. None of them had expected this.
It really was the pie Third Sister-in-law had made for the Fang family. When Dong Xuebin entered Old Master Fang's room that afternoon, he had smelled the chive pie filling and seen chive leaves stuck to a leftover plate on the table. So the moment Second Brother's wife mentioned it, those details immediately came to mind.
With so many people from the Fang family eating here at noon, there was no way they could have prepared too little food. That would have been improper. Although people now advocated thrift and warned that leftovers kept for more than four hours produced nitrites and were unhealthy to eat, a family as prominent as the Fangs rarely had all their juniors and elders gathered together for a meal with Old Master Fang. It was simply the national condition and traditional way of thinking. They couldn't possibly let everyone go hungry, so they had to make extra. Any excess would at most be wasteful, but not having enough food would be a basic matter of courtesy. Anyway, whether Dong Xuebin