"Wei Zheng, go, get more stuff from the cellar," said his elder aunt, looking displeased.
Wei Zheng felt incredibly awkward and glared at Qiao Lian and her entire family. Who finishes off a dish as soon as it's served? Don't they even leave a few scraps for others?
Jing Shu had anticipated this awkward situation of potentially not having enough food. "It's no trouble, no trouble at all," she said. "We brought plenty. We can just take something out and cook it. You all eat."
Then Jing Shu took out beef jerky and diced rabbit from the car, casually whipped up a couple of dishes, prepared some milk for everyone, heated the nang, and her family sat down for a simple meal, occasionally tossing scraps to the fat chicken.
The fat chicken wasn't adjusting well to the new environment, always sticking close to Jing Shu as if it feared being abandoned. Thus, when such a large fat chicken was brought along, elder aunt's family was quite surprised.
