One night, the moon rose and the sun set.
Zhang Haoyue waited until noon the next day, but he still didn't hear a sound.
'This master… He's not even eating?' He suddenly had a bad feeling.
Meanwhile, Feng Xiaochuan was cursing from afar as he walked over.
"What's up with this Zhang Haoyue?" He then happened to bump into a servant who came to deliver food. "I'll deliver this meal."
Feng Xiaochuan didn't listen to the servant boy's explanation and threw over a banknote worth three hundred taels to snatch the plate of food. Then, he strode to the front of the room.
"Master, it's already morning. Come out and have a meal," Feng Xiaochuan shouted lazily. "If you don't want to see that grandson Zhang Haoyue, I'll help you chase him away!"
"Brother Feng, that's too much." Zhang Haoyue smiled and looked at Feng Xiaochuan.