For breakfast, there were tea eggs and a Longjing mousse cake.

They were bought in Xiang City.

Yu Xifeng was trying Longjing mousse for the first time and silently gave it a poor review.

The outer layer of chocolate was bitter, while the mousse inside was cloyingly sweet. The two did not balance each other but made the taste feel like extreme cold and heat clashing.

But the tea eggs were very fragrant.

Taken out from the space, the eggshells were still scalding hot.

The egg whites showed a pattern like leaf veins, bright in color and smelling delicious.

Yu Xifeng ate two in one go.

Little Orange also came over, wanting a share.

Yu Xifeng once had a roommate whose family raised cats and vaguely remembered that cats could eat eggs.

Yu Xifeng didn’t have many tea eggs left, and since these were strongly flavored and hard to make, she took out a boiled egg she had made herself.

The egg white was more tender than the yolk.

Yu Xifeng ate the egg white herself and left the yolk for Little Orange.

“You’re only able to eat this well because you’re with me,” Yu Xifeng teased as she gave Little Orange’s long fur a gentle tug, “You have good taste.”

After finishing the yolk, Little Orange was reluctant to go back to eating dry cat food and rubbed against Yu Xifeng’s leg, acting spoiled.

It was quite cute.

Yu Xifeng played with some toys for a while, then went to the stove to steam buns and boil eggs.

Boiled eggs were a good thing— the more the better.

After finishing a pot, and once digestion was almost done, Yu Xifeng returned to the gym to do strength training.

When she first started training, her whole body would ache, but now her body was used to it. Yu Xifeng pinched the lines on her arm and felt they had tightened quite a bit.

She increased the intensity by 20%.

Sweating all over.

Yu Xifeng wiped off the sweat and went to check the situation in the residential complex and the stairwell.

On the eleventh floor, she met Ma Tian’s family. Chen Caifeng, supporting her big belly, was chatting happily with Tan Wanwan and others.

When she saw Yu Xifeng, resentment flashed in Chen Caifeng’s eyes.

Though a bit far, even a guess with toes would reveal what Chen Caifeng was probably telling the others.

Most likely things like “unreasonable,” “turning a blind eye,” and the like.

“A motherless child, no wonder you don’t know how to behave,” Chen Caifeng sneered at Yu Xifeng, raising her voice by eight tones.

Yu Xifeng paused, not bothering with Chen Caifeng’s snide tone, instead focusing her gaze on Tan Wanwan.

Tan Wanwan’s mother wouldn’t hire a tutor with an unknown background for her daughter, so it wasn’t surprising Tan Wanwan knew her biological mother had passed away.

Yu Xifeng had been tutoring Tan Wanwan intermittently for a year, raising her chemistry score from 30 to 85, and felt she had earned the tutoring fee paid by Tan’s mother.

When the typhoon passed, Yu Xifeng found it hard to bring up the topic, but she had been considering finding a chance to warn Tan Wanwan.

Her roommate shouldn’t be her responsibility.

Nor could Tan Wanwan afford it.

Tan Wanwan was a very gentle and kind person, but her look towards Yu Xifeng carried disapproval and mild reproach.

She didn’t even say hello to Yu Xifeng.

Yu Xifeng glanced at the group of roommates clustered around Tan Wanwan and smiled faintly.

In her previous life, Ma Tian and his wife also eventually lived on this floor.

Yu Xifeng stared at Chen Caifeng’s belly with an ambiguous expression: “I hope your child will have a mother who gives birth and one who raises.”

“What kind of black-hearted scum are you to say that?” Chen Caifeng slammed the table and glared.

“You’re already pregnant and still this hot-tempered. If a mother can’t behave properly, don’t drag down the child,” Yu Xifeng left this remark and walked away lightly.

Tan Wanwan chased after her, indignant: “Teacher Xiao Yu, you’ve gone too far.”

Back then, Tan Wanwan’s mother had been generous with tutoring fees, which made things easier for Yu Xifeng as a university freshman. Out of respect for Tan’s mother, Yu Xifeng turned back.

“If you still call me Teacher Xiao Yu, then I’ll teach you one last thing. I know you still have money on hand, and your parents are out of town. If you want to see them again, before things get ugly, call a kayak to send your roommate away. The farther you send her, the better.”

Tan Wanwan frowned: “You sound just like my mom. I used to bring my roommate home too. What’s the big deal?”

Even her own mother couldn’t persuade her; what else could Yu Xifeng say?

Everyone has their own fate, so it’s best to stop there.

Tan Wanwan looked utterly disappointed: “How can you talk to Sister Caifeng like that? She’s a pregnant woman!”

Yu Xifeng turned around and left.

After one night, the water level had already risen to the third floor.

The sewer overflowed, and the drainage system could no longer function properly.

Residents were throwing garbage straight out of the windows.

The lower you went, the more intense the rotten stench from fermentation became.

The whole complex seemed to be soaking in a garbage pool, with tiny bugs crawling in and out of plastic bags.

This reminded Yu Xifeng that with the continuous heavy rain, the city drainage system had collapsed; not only could it not drain, but it also overflowed outside.

Along with various moisture-loving bugs.

Dense enough to trigger trypophobia on the spot.

Turning back from the stairwell, Yu Xifeng went back and took cement from her space to seal the drain entrance.

Yu Xifeng glanced at Little Orange.

From now on, the cat litter wouldn’t just be for Little Orange anymore.

The doorbell rang, and Yu Xifeng recognized from the surveillance that it was a resident from the second floor.

The doors on the top floors had all been banged on by Li Qingchu, who stood with his hands on his hips and shouted loudly through the entire building.

“Have you no shame? All the trash is piled at my doorstep. I still have to live in my house! I remember every person who threw garbage here. Either the water recedes and you come clean it up, or you pay compensation!”

He was shouting alone; every household kept their doors tightly shut, like quails—no one answered.

Yu Xifeng’s own garbage was piled in a corner inside her space, never thrown outside.

Li Qingchu’s anger towards the top floor was especially strong, so Yu Xifeng naturally couldn’t explain the existence of her space to him.

It was like when a teacher criticizes the whole class—if no one’s named, just treat it like nonsense.

Yu Xifeng went into her bedroom, watching a TV show while trimming water spinach.

Her phone kept beeping— the group chat was in an uproar.

Messages like:

“Idiot.”

“I threw it, what can you do?”

“Haha, no way to throw it down, do you keep it at home?”

Li Qingchu was also in the group, immediately calling the property management and disabling anonymity in the chat.

He yelled, “So you all think you’re so clean and can’t touch any trash, and just throw it all onto me. Don’t be selfish—this complex stinks like this, where do you think the people upstairs will smell nice?”

Residents living in the stairwell tried to reason, “There’s no other way. Piling trash in the stairwell isn’t much different from throwing it down. Besides, when the water recedes, the property management will definitely clean up.”

Property management just follows orders and moves wherever needed.

“Xiao Li, you throw your own garbage down too, don’t you?”

Compared to the original residents on the upper floors, those living in the stairwell were the main ones throwing garbage downwards.

The stairwell was just a few square meters, lacking everything for daily needs.

They borrowed water and electricity from the original residents every day. There were generous people like Tan Wanwan, but most found it troublesome and would inevitably say some indirect complaints.

The two groups constantly clashed.

Li Qingchu’s complaints went upstairs, partly venting his anger.

“The downstairs is my own house; of course I want to throw garbage however I want.”

Someone responded, “The first floor belongs to Sister Yun; whatever she says counts. Who are you to argue?”

All the noise didn’t lead to any solution.

When it was mealtime, Li Qingchu, like before, tried to borrow electricity by knocking on doors, but the original residents all refused to open.