Jiang Feng washed vegetables, sighing as he worked.
"Anyway, you've finally come back. Oh right, I wanted to discuss something with you—your yard's so big, and you live here alone. My house has quite a few relatives who've come to take refuge… Could you let some of them stay at your place for a while? From now on, you eat at my place, I'll take care of all the rice and bran you need."
Aunt Wang agreed twice, then looked at him expectantly.
"Sorry, Auntie, I'm just used to living alone—it's not very convenient for me."
Jiang Feng smiled and declined.
"Oh, it's fine, I was just asking anyway. Go ahead and do your thing."
Aunt Wang laughed and then went back inside, muttering under her breath, "What's so great about him, just a little Prison Chief, thinks he's better than us regular folks? He probably doesn't even know Zhenbei Prison hasn't reopened yet!"
Jiang Feng's hand paused for a moment as he washed the vegetables, letting out a gentle sigh but paying her no mind.
