Xiao Changyi took the vermicelli in his hand, and An Jing expressed her thanks, "Thank you, I've been craving this lately."
Wang Youbao laughed, "What's there to thank for? It's not worth much." He had bought a lot of sweet potatoes at the time and made a lot of vermicelli. Compared to the money he earned, the cost really wasn't much.
An Jing teased, "There's so much, it could make many bowls of vermicelli. If it were sold in a restaurant, it would be valuable."
Wang Youbao wasn't angry, he even laughed, "An Jing, you always make fun of me, saying I have no sense of security without money."
Once An Jing heard this from Wang Youbao, she said no more. Her friend, who had bent his back for so many years, couldn't just stand up straight because the Emperor of Xiyun granted him the character 'Good'.
After a brief chat, An Jing and Xiao Changyi left the Wang Family's place.
