"What are they complaining about?" Zhou Ying asked after being stunned for a moment.
"They say there's sand and grit in it." Fang Qing hesitated and continued, "If it were up to me, I wouldn't have provided them with such good food. We should have just made them soup instead. That would save them the trouble of picking on us."
Zhou Ying was not surprised. It was inevitable that dried vegetables would contain sand, especially when there was no extra water to wash them with.
She looked at them and saw that they weren't injured, letting out a sigh of relief. "What about now? What's the situation there?"
"The soldiers suppressed their riots.
"Oh right, the organizer has invited all the restaurant owners to the Tian Mansion for a gathering. It should be to talk about the porridge stands."
