"Miss, I've brought you some food. Please open the door." After breakfast, the servant, under Madam Feng's instruction, brought up the freshly prepared meal and spoke at Feng Yiweng's door.
"Get lost, I'm not eating. Get out of here. You can't come into my room without my permission." Feng Yiweng, in a state of mental tension, didn't think at all and threw things at the door. The smashing sound frightened the servant outside, almost causing her to drop what she was holding.
Madam Feng, who heard the noise from the living room, came up quickly and asked, "What's going on? Why the sudden tantrum?"
"Madam, I don't know. I followed your instructions to bring lunch to Miss, but the door was locked. I couldn't get in and just called out to Miss. That's all; it really has nothing to do with me," the servant said anxiously.
"Don't worry, I won't blame you. You can go down; give the things to me. I'll do it myself." Madam Feng reached out, took the tray from the servant's hand, and spoke.
