Zhang Yu knew that when it came to social situations, Feng Hao was lacking, but she never expected that Feng Hao would cause such a big joke.
Knowing that she sent homemade food, he actually had the household servants make something too.
If it tasted good, Feng Kai wouldn't mind since it's all about the thought, not the cost.
But unexpectedly, the food made by Feng Hao's family cook was really terrible and looked like something put together in a hurry.
Feng Kai angrily called Zhang Yu: I'd rather you buy me a pancake from outside, it's genuinely terrible.
Feng Kai: I may not be old, but I'm getting on in years. Shouldn't things be made softer? But it was hard as a rock.
Feng Kai sighed lightly: I really don't know how to talk to him; I really don't know how he managed to do big business back then.
Zhang Yu was also quite puzzled about this: Is it just dumb luck?
Feng Kai burst out laughing, nodding repeatedly: Yes, yes, that's the phrase, dumb luck.
