"Just a few little frogs; for top chef Lin Yuan, it's a piece of cake," she said with a smile, without immediately agreeing. Instead, she teased the old man a bit, "Old sir, to be honest, I came to the Fuman Building today just for these frogs. If you're brave enough, I'll cook them up for you to try. How about that?"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, of course! As long as you cook them well, you can ask for anything, and I'll give it to you!"
Shopkeeper Liu hastily coughed twice, but the old man outright ignored him.
"Also, girl, don't keep calling me 'old sir;' it sounds terrible. Everyone calls me Lao Fan."
Lao Fan? So, the old fellow's surname is Fan.
"Alright, Mr. Fan, I..." Before Lin Yuan could finish, the old man spat to one side in disgust, "Mr. Fan? Annoying me is one thing, but adding 'Mr.'? You're too unlovable, girl, even more annoying than that stinky boy!"
