Nian Shutong said "It's ready", letting Fu Yunhe get up and sit next to her.
Although there were no condiments, the aroma of the meat itself was different and novel.
"Wash your hands," Nian Shutong said with one sentence. Fu Yunhe turned and went to the stream to wash his hands, trying not to look at his own reflection—his head ached.
After washing up, Fu Yunhe saw Nian Shutong carefully tearing off a chicken leg. He was very tactful and didn't reach out for it.
It was obviously not for him.
"Xiao He!" Fu Yunhe looked at the chicken leg Nian Shutong was handing over and asked as he took it, "How much?"
"Subtract five thousand from the debt I owe you? How about that?" Nian Shutong pointed to the chicken on the stick and said, "Help yourself."
"Deal," Fu Yunhe said without haggling. He never expected Nian Shutong to actually pay back the money. Having it deducted from a meal was enough for him.
