After being sassed by her stepson, Shen Mingzhu wasn't angry; instead, she was somewhat surprised.
During this time, her stepson had always been quiet and uncommunicative, but his current temper tantrum made him seem more childishly innocent and lively.
"I've only moved in a few days ago. Isn't it normal that I'm not familiar with everything here? They've been living here for several years, even over a decade, so of course they know the place better."
This explanation was perfectly logical, leaving Pei Ziheng with no retort.
"Let's go, it's time to eat. If we don't hurry, all the dishes will be gone."
Pei Ziheng very reluctantly placed his little hand in Shen Mingzhu's extended one.
These days, banquets were casual affairs; everyone just found a spot to sit, and the feast began once the seats were filled.
The dishes were simple: a total of nine, including steamed buns—three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, two cold plates, plus one soup.