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This isn't just about money.
Zhang Yanping couldn't help but smile wryly, "Mud Loach Bro, if you're going to be weeding here tomorrow, all three meals of the day are on us, completely free. Why bother spending the money?"
"No, that won't do."
Mud Loach Bro had his own logic, "Tomorrow's meals are for tomorrow, but I'm craving it right now, and I must have it tonight!"
"Just tell me how much? Two hundred, will that do? No? Three hundred then? Three hundred really should be enough, right? Still not good? No way, I'm willing to pay three hundred, but four hundred would break my heart! Just three hundred! Brother, just add one more pair of chopsticks for me, how can three hundred not be enough?"
He hadn't forgotten that the eels from this morning hadn't been served to them for lunch! If the delivered boxed lunches were that delicious, then with a few additional main dishes—
Oh my, he didn't dare to continue thinking, or he'd start drooling right then and there.
