A pound of vermicelli for a hundred taels, how many pounds do you want...
Upon hearing this, An Jing was stunned for a moment before laughing and saying, "Husband, stop joking around. How could we possibly ask for money from Sworn Brother and Father for things made at home?"
Before Xiao Changyi could speak, Su Chengyu said, "Previously, for the fermented tofu and rice-flower fish, Brother Yi charged me and Father Emperor."
An Jing: "..." Crown Prince, didn't you realize I was trying to smooth things over for you and my husband?
Xiao Changyi glanced sideways at Su Chengyu, "You don't have to pay, but then write me fewer letters. Every time it's the same things over and over, I know what you've written without even reading."
Su Chengyu: "..."
An Jing: "..."
After a long silence, Su Chengyu finally said, "I'll still pay."
An Jing: "..."
