The Wedding, The Serious Wei Xiaobao

Chu Feifeng returned to Madam Ji's courtyard and reported to her first. Madam Ji nodded calmly and rested.

She returned to her room, bolted the door, turned on the oil lamp, and took out the half-burnt letter from her wide sleeve.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Chu Feifeng asked warily, "Who is it?"

"Yun Niang, it's me."

It was a little maidservant that Chu Feifeng brushed past.

Chu Feifeng asked, "It's so late. What's the matter?"

The maidservant said, "I saw that you weren't asleep, so I brought you a bowl of silver fungus soup."

Chu Feifeng did not like silver fungus soup, but to give herself some disguise, she deliberately said that she liked it.

"I'm not hungry. Eat it yourself. I'll sleep soon."

"I see. Alright, call me if you're hungry in the middle of the night. I'll make it for you."

"Okay."