Meng Yunhan did not dare to say a word. Of course, if she had ten thousand yuan, she would have definitely thrown them in the face of this old hag. Ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan! Every time she made a move, this old hag would start crying about the ten thousand yuan. Meng Yunhan gritted her teeth angrily. She was angry, but what else could she do other than stay quiet? If she dared to say a single word, this old hag would retort with a thousand!
"Dad, you should eat." Han Ruochen broke the awkward silence as she served herself some pork belly. She took a bite of it and frowned hard. Well, it was a little salty, but other than that, she could still eat. As for Han Beijiang, she simply served him small pieces of pork belly with fish soup, leaving him to pick and choose what he wanted to eat.
