Tan Zhongzhong had always felt that he and Tan Zhenghong were brothers, how could he have the nerve to ask for money for such trivial things?
Seeing that Tan Zhongzhong made no move, Qiao Duo'er prepared to pour the meat back into the pot; she wasn't willing to sell it to him anyway.
Tan Zhongzhong immediately said, "I'll give you the money today, just give me the meat."
It was fine if an adult didn't eat, but his son was still waiting for his milk!
Qiao Duo'er waited for Tan Zhongzhong to place the silver coin on the stove before she wrapped the meat in parchment paper.
"You could just use a plate, as if I'm longing for your family's dishes."
"I didn't say that," Qiao Duo'er spread her hands, it was someone else who said it themselves.
Tan Zhongzhong felt a bit uneasy, but his thick skin quickly made him seem nonchalant again as he took the meat and went back to his place.
Watching Third Brother Tan's retreating figure, Tan Zhenghong gave a thumbs up.
