In order to let Zhang Fengxi recuperate well, Qiao Wei asked the town protectorate to extend their stay at the little house.
Once he went back home, he wrote a letter to his shizun to inform him about the series of events that took place during the Hungry Ghost Festival.
When he came out of his bed chamber, he saw that Zhang Fengxi was already up. To his greatest dismay, the supreme general was busy washing up the dishes in the kitchen.
"That... Sir Zhang, please do not wash the dishes! Let me do that!"
"It won't do," Zhang Fengxi said. Besides, he had just finished. The cleaned bowls and chopsticks were lined up on the wooden rack for drying.
"You already cooked and took care of us the entire night. You should not have to wash up."
"I didn't do much. After what you have done for me, it is just natural that I repay my debt."
