After the two ended their exchange, Fan Wuzhe brooded for quite a while. His worry remained the same: whatever the other party wanted him to do probably wasn't anything good.
Looking at the bright scene outside the window, he no longer felt much like going out, even though he had only just returned from outside. He was mentally exhausted.
Before long, however, Dong Liangze arrived, knocked on his door, and called, "Cousin, breakfast!"
Eating again? Fan Wuzhe had no idea when he had become so averse to meals. He really wanted to ask this family whether none of them thought their eldest daughter's cooking was rather poor. With everyone showing such respect for her hard work, she would probably find it difficult to improve.
What he didn't know was that some people even praised Dong Liangyi's cooking to her face and loved coming over to eat. Wu Jinliang, for instance.
Wu Jinliang was simply smarter about it: he brought dishes of his own.
Still, certain opinions had to stay buried in his heart. Outwardly, Fan Wuzhe showed just as much respect for his eldest younger cousin's hard work, becoming yet another obstacle to her improvement. He answered cheerfully, "Coming."
He opened the door and headed toward the kitchen with Dong Liangze, the two laughing and chatting.
Today, however, a rare voice of criticism arose at the dining table.
The Dong family had good manners, allowing their elders to take the first bite.
Dong Wenshu picked up a little food and put it in his mouth. His brows immediately twitched sharply. Raising his eyes, he looked at Dong Liangyi and sighed. "Eldest girl, did you knock over the salt jar today?"
Dong Liangyi, who had been somewhat distracted, gave a startled "Huh?" and ventured, "Is it salty?"
Dong Wenshu gestured with