Zhang Lan finished cooking, only to realize there were no dishes.
She searched the house for a long time and couldn't find any vegetables, except for two sweet potatoes she didn't cook in the morning.
Zhang Lan thought about going to Zhao Gang's place to scrounge a bit, but unfortunately, they had locked the door.
This made Zhang Lan very angry; she felt this was definitely targeting her. Otherwise, why would a perfectly good place be locked?
Even though she was angry, Zhang Lan knew she couldn't say anything about it. If she hadn't pushed the door, how would she know it was locked?
Otherwise, wouldn't that give them a handle against her? With a huff, Zhang Lan could only turn to Gong Dajiang to ask how to resolve this.
Sitting on the warm kang, Gong Dajiang was half-asleep, and when Zhang Lan woke him, he was still a bit dazed.
"Dishes? What dishes?" Gong Dajiang asked blankly.
