Feng Yihuan listened to her mother's words and didn't respond. Getting married—she doubted if it would ever happen in her lifetime.
Anyway, she increasingly felt she was good for nothing, even lacking the ability to live independently.
If she were to leave the Feng Family, leave the protection of her family, would she even know how to live?
"Alright, if you're hungry, just take this out and start eating."
Lin Zishuang couldn't bear to really make her do it, actually teaching her to cook wasn't for now.
If she really wanted to learn, finding some leisure time to teach her starting from the simplest would be more appropriate.
Feng Yihuan helped to carry the dishes out, trying not to look at the sofa where the two laughing and talking people were.
She knew that whoever her second brother would be with in the future, it had nothing to do with her.
After bringing out the dishes, Feng Yihuan saw her father hadn't come out yet, so she went to the study to call him.
