"Hah'Er, you do realize you just let a small brewery slip through our fingers, right?" Shen Yibin said, putting down the phone and rubbing Hah'Er's head. Truth be told, he was a little disappointed. But of course, Shen Yibin would never force Hah'Er to do something it didn't want to, so he was just venting.
"Hmm~" Hah'Er patted its belly innocently and gave Shen Yibin a pitiful look. It was almost lunchtime again.
"Sigh. Anyway, business is picking up, and I can afford to keep you. If we don't shoot a commercial, we don't shoot a commercial!" Shen Yibin stood up. "Come on, let's go buy groceries. What do you feel like eating for lunch?"
Hah'Er slid off the sofa and grabbed Shen Yibin's hand. Cheeky flew onto his shoulder, and the trio headed out to the neighboring produce store to buy ingredients, not even bothering to close the door.
