Yang Qihong returned the phone to Zhang's Mom. The matter was temporarily resolved, at least she didn't have to go out and face the danger directly. Once her mind relaxed, her body followed suit, and she touched her stomach, somewhat embarrassed, and said to Zhang's Mom, "Do you have anything to eat at home? I'm hungry."
Zhang's Mom was momentarily dumbfounded; she hadn't expected someone to have such a thick skin. Not only did she intrude into someone else's home in the owner's absence, but she also couldn't be chased away, and now she was even asking for a meal. Truly, the world is big, full of wonders.
She wanted to refuse, but Yang Qihong had already unceremoniously followed the scent into the kitchen and saw the soup simmering on the stove.
"That can't be for you." Zhang's Mom immediately stepped in to protect her soup, "This is for our Madam to drink."
