Feng Jiu smiled, walked over to the table, and sat down. "If they wish to stay, let them stay. It'll be interesting to see what they're up to."
Madam Song paused, her gaze lingering on Feng Jiu's serene expression and the calm, faint smile at the corner of her lips. Somehow, her heart settled a little.
She composed herself and apologized, "I'm afraid I've made a spectacle of myself. There's no one else in the house I can talk to, and I find I get along well with you, so I ended up sharing these things with you."
"It's fine," Feng Jiu said with a smile. "I'm happy to listen. Besides, I don't think the Song family is any less than the Cheng family."
A gentle smile blossomed on Mrs. Song's face. "My husband's reputation as a culinary master is indeed far-reaching, and his skills are truly formidable. Throughout this region, the various clans show him considerable respect. No one has ever troubled our Song family." Mentioning her husband, her face lit up with pride.
