"This bargaining skill is impressive." Luo Yanhai nodded repeatedly, not stingy with his praise.
"Quite impressive indeed, but my brother plans to have hot pot one day and stew pots the next." He Wenyu shrugged: "In any case, ingredients are easy to handle; Qhianqhian has plenty over there, and if that's not enough, we can buy some vegetables or whatever."
"If not, we can always make some noodles and call it a day. I bet folks here haven't tried instant noodles, right?" Luo Yanhai chuckled mischievously: "Do I have the potential to open a shop as a cunning merchant?"
"Instant noodles in front of grandma?" He Wenyu rolled his eyes immediately; not to mention instant noodles, even snacks. As long as it's not homemade, Luo Qianqian wouldn't think of eating it now.
Luo Yanhai's expression turned awkward suddenly. Of course, grandma would never allow them to eat instant noodles.
