"Nangong Nuannuan, can you be any more biased? Even if that pancake isn't delicious, I'm a stomach cancer patient, so at least let me eat my fill! Do you know how many pancakes your wonderful Second Uncle made for me? A palm-sized pancake with less than a quarter of the thickness of my thumb, that's just enough to fill the cavities between my teeth, okay? Am I a cat? Even cats eat more than this, alright? I'm still your honored guest, at the very least. Is this how they play host?"
It seemed like Feng Shengxuan had really been angered to the point of calling Nuannuan by her name.
"Yo, you realize that you're a stomach cancer patient! Other stomach cancer patients only eat porridge three meals a day, but we have to provide at least a dozen different dishes for you three meals a day. Although each dish is small, all of them are the best. With a combination of meat and vegetables; snacks and tidbits, have we left you out in any of them?
