He frowned, picked up a cushion, and threw it hard at Edwin Blake.
With a stern face, he said, "My mom was praising Grandma Zane, why are you happy? Why are you thanking her? Do you deserve it? Your face is thicker than a city wall."
Edwin Blake: ???
He erupted angrily, "Now, even when I'm in your house, does smiling bother you?"
"Obviously, you said this is my house. Trespassing in someone else's home can get you jailed."
Edwin Blake laughed out of sheer annoyance.
"Yes, Grandma did order the porridge, but I went through the trouble of delivering it. You didn't open the door at first, so I had no choice but to climb over the wall. Even if there's no merit, there was labor. You're really ruthless, wanting to send me to jail, and not even a thank you."
Fatty nodded, earnestly saying, "You don't deserve a thank you, but Grandma Zane does."
