It seems that he didn't come today.
"Tomorrow."
Feng Ziheng's nonchalant remark once again plunged Feng Zichen into despair.
It took quite a while before Feng Zichen consoled himself with the thought, "It's just doing the dishes."
But the result was that he broke two dishes, and none of the others were cleaned properly.
Chu Liangxia wanted to help, but Feng Ziheng sent her back to the hall. After checking, he made Feng Zichen wash them three times.
Just for those few dishes, Feng Zichen spent an entire hour washing them.
Only after Feng Ziheng's final inspection, and making sure they were clean, did he let Feng Zichen out of the kitchen.
As soon as he arrived in the hall and saw Chu Liangxia cracking seeds, he was almost moved to tears.
This was blatant favoritism...
"By the way, bro, I have a gift for you!"
Stretching his limbs, Feng Zichen thought of something and immediately turned around to shout towards the kitchen.
"What?"