Van Hohenheim wasn’t sure which one her preferred: when Feng
Xing knew who he was or when he didn’t.
Before the words Western Sage even occurred to the man, he
had marched into the small house Hohenheim shared with Trisha, proclaimed that
their son was not worthy for his daughter, insulted both his and Trisha’s
ancestors (he could forgive him insulting his ancestors, they were after all
slaves, but it was insulting Trisha’s parents that made him really mad), and
then proceeded to turn on his wife who was trailing after him and blame her for
the fact that their daughter was indeed interested in a man from such pathetic
origins as theirs.