"Impressive, you noticed that too," Evil Soul said.
"You don't help me, yet you speak," Yan Ruoruo conveyed mentally.
Evil Soul uttered no more.
Yan Ruoruo glanced at her elder sister, Shi Momo's, retreating back and pursed her lips.
Shi Momo said with a wronged expression, "Godmother, he called me manipulative. Shouldn't you be teaching him a lesson?" She pointed her finger at Feng Sen.
Mother Feng frowned, pushed Shi Momo's hand away, and said, "I've already told you, Feng Sen is young. Don't be angry. If you continue like this, Auntie will get angry."
"Auntie, Feng Qishi and Feng Feng are younger than him, aren't they?" Shi Momo asked.
Mother Feng's face fell. "Momo, I don't like it when you speak like that. Everyone has people they like and people they don't. In my heart, my Feng Sen will always be my child."
"Auntie, you..." Shi Momo turned her face away helplessly and said, "Fine, I won't say anything else."
"That's right. Come," Mother Feng extended her hand, took Shi Momo's arm, and said, "Sit down and eat."
Feng Yan said, "Momo, right? My younger brother was spoiled since childhood. Don't be angry."
"Feng Yan, you're the eldest. How can you speak about your brother like that?" Mother Feng turned to look at Feng Yan, her voice laced with anger.
Seeing Mother Feng's expression, Feng Yan immediately smiled. "Mom, I was wrong."
"That's better," Mother Feng smiled and sat at the dining table with Shi Momo.
Feng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
As Feng Sen sat down, he said, "Mom, don't bring women like this home."
"That's enough, eat your food, dear," Mother Feng said, placing a piece of meat into Feng Sen's bowl.
At that moment, the aunt placed the last dish on the table and said, "Alright, please enjoy."
Hearing this, Feng Sen's face suddenly turned stern. "Auntie, how many times have I told you not to speak at the dining table? What if your saliva splashes into the food? And," he looked up at the aunt's increasingly awkward face, "could you please wear a mask when you cook? It's unhygienic like this."
"Qishi and Feng Feng..."
"He's not part of my family. Feng Feng is just a girl who will be married off eventually. Can you stop listening to them?" Feng Sen said angrily.
The aunt was speechless.
Following Feng Sen's lead, Mother Feng looked up and said, "Hurry up and leave. Why are you still standing here? Can't you see my son is angry?"
"Yes," the aunt nodded, turned, and walked away.
Feng Yan ate his meal without a word.
Unfazed by Feng Sen's outburst, Shi Momo continued to observe Feng Yan carefully, occasionally pursing her lips and smiling.
Yan Ruoruo glanced cautiously at Feng Sen before eating.
Upstairs, Feng Qishi stood before Feng Feng's door, looking at Mu Anxiao, who had changed her expression after overhearing their conversation, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Mu Anxiao said, pointing to the room door. "I went in to look. She was crying."
"Crying," Feng Qishi repeated, his expression growing increasingly worried.
"Your mom is really biased."
"I'm starting to wonder, if I leave, what will happen to Feng Feng?" Feng Qishi said, glancing at the door.
"I wasn't planning on taking you with me, so don't go making grand pronouncements on your own," Mu Anxiao said, looking at Feng Qishi helplessly.
"Let's not talk about that for now. My mom is just too much. It's just that," Feng Qishi sighed, "I don't dare do anything."
Mu Anxiao had vaguely heard what Mother Feng had said to Feng Qishi and had been thinking about it. Seeing Feng Qishi's current demeanor, she asked softly, "That... your mom isn't really going to make you drop out, is she?"