Feng Cai'er's mother was an ordinary housewife.
She wasn't a martial artist, much less versed in the underworld.
Mothers all around the world,
were probably the same when it came to their daughters bringing home a man.
That was the look of a mother-in-law assessing her son-in-law.
She prepared a table full of delicious dishes and warmly welcomed Yang Fei, constantly adding food to his plate.
At the same time, Mother Feng dropped hints and inquired about Yang Fei's family background.
Yang Fei was glib and smooth-talking, his mouth as if smeared with honey.
He affectionately called her 'Aunty' this and 'Aunty' that.
It amused Mother Feng greatly.
The way Mother Feng looked at Yang Fei grew warmer and warmer, as she continued to pile food onto his plate.
Soon, Yang Fei's bowl was heaping with a mountain of tasty dishes.
Feng Cai'er was both embarrassed and anxious.
She threw several meaningful glances at her mother.