The crowd naturally ignored the latter part of Ye Lingchen's sentence.
'Hehe, it's just his routine swagger. Don't mind him.'
"I believe!"
Chen Chichi, who was constantly fanning the flames, nodded his head vigorously. "Even Young Master Ye's farts will smell great, let alone the porridge he makes!"
Zhao Liangying threw a look filled with disgust toward Chen Chichi. She could not help but distance herself from this person. It was just way too shameless and too much for her eyes to behold.
For some time, the scene went quiet. The only thing they could do was watch the pot.
"Why don't we play a round of cards?"
Right then, Chen Meijia finally spoke up as her patience waned.
"That's a great idea. Since we have nothing to do anyway." Hu Yifei immediately seconded. The three of them quickly teamed up together for a round of Fight the Landlord.
