Seeing Tu Xiao'an's cold, disbelieving stare, Luo Ziyun, with her widow's mien, offered a bewitching smile. "Don't be so serious. The reason is actually very simple. I run a noodle shop, and the soup base is crucial. I saw that snake and thought it would make a good soup, so I grabbed it."
"So, if you must know the reason, it was all for the sake of the shop's business."
"That's a rare Snake Species, a snake worth five million, and you're just using it to make noodle soup?" Tu Xiao'an was speechless.
She blinked. "All I care about is that my noodles taste good."
"So, you're saying you didn't open this noodle shop to make money?" A strange expression appeared on Tu Xiao'an's face.
'If she wanted to make money, there's no way she'd use a rare Snake Species for soup. That's a colossal waste.'
'Rare Snake Species are classified as First-Rank nationally protected wildlife.'
