Yang Yueru returned with the three girls, bustling in, each carrying a big bag of vegetables.
Beef, lamb, chicken, and pork—they had almost everything but human flesh.
Fish, shrimp, crabs, shellfish.
Even the vegetables came in four or five varieties.
Was this the rhythm of moving the whole market into the house?
"You bought so much food, can we finish it all?" Ye Xiong's face darkened, how long was this going to take?
"Each of us has different tastes, and when each person picks two or three dishes, this is what it amounts to. You can't possibly offend any of us, right?" Yang Yueru said with a smile.
"Cousin-in-law, it's all on you now. Yangyang, let's go upstairs and watch TV; we still have a few episodes left from last night."
After saying this, Tang Ning pulled Ye Yangyang and ran upstairs.
