So it had to be arranged.
The Fourteenth Master might not be unaware that Consort Fujin had eaten.
He didn't understand himself why he came, as though driven by some unseen force.
To be honest, Fujin returned with him, so wouldn't it be appropriate to eat together?
Yet he ended up here.
1 As he sat down waiting for the meal, he asked, "Isn't the setup here a bit lacking?"
Lady Wuya just smiled and said nothing.
She felt neither resentment nor complaint, thinking perhaps the Fourteenth Master was accustomed to Fujin's lavish arrangements?
Here, she followed the rules. What's possibly wrong with that?
"Are you short on fabric? Always wearing old clothes, what's that about!" The Fourteenth Master felt perplexed seeing her unwillingness to voice her grievances.
He had been cold to her for two or three years. Upon his arrival, she actually didn't rush forward?
Now that he's willing to come, she should complain. What will she do when he stops coming?
