Felt a bit creeped out by Lin Yuan's look, Xia Zheng instantly became more alert and asked cautiously, "Our account? What account between us? Oh, you mean the tofu, right? Hasn't there been an IOU signed for that? Rest assured, although I'm avaricious, I'm still quite trustworthy. Since we agreed on one year to settle the debt, I definitely won't ask you for silver early."
Having said that, he proudly patted his chest and boasted, "How's that? I'm such a magnanimous person, aren't you moved? Ah, right, you better not be thinking about offering yourself to me to settle the account, I'm not that superficial a man, but well, if you want to come and cook for me for free, I'd welcome that. Hey, little girl, what's that look for?"
What look? A murderous one! Quite convincing at that!
With her arms crossed, Lin Yuan suddenly cracked a smile, "My Lord, aren't the baked buns a bit too salty?"
