Shopkeeper Wu chuckled, "Old Brother Wu, you jest again! We really have no more dried wolf meat! Today's meat was brought by my grandniece herself, and thinking of how much you enjoy it, I hastily instructed the kitchen to prepare it and brought it out for you. Please, have a taste—"
Old Man Wu didn't stand on ceremony as he reached out with his chopsticks to pick up the dried wolf meat. After chewing it for a moment, his expression softened slightly, "It has the right flavor! But how come this dried wolf meat brought by the girl tastes the same as yours? You wouldn't be trying to fool me, would you?"
"Look at what you're saying, Old Brother Wu. The dried wolf meat from our shop is indeed made by my grandniece's family. How could it not taste the same?" Shopkeeper Wu hurriedly explained.
