Upon hearing those words, Mother Zhao fell silent instantly, her mouth only curling slightly, "You just can't see eye to eye with me!"
Cui Nong couldn't be bothered to argue with her mother, and continued by pulling out a thousand yuan and stuffing it into her hand, "My eldest sister loves fish, so buy a grouper tonight and make it for her, and don't forget Xiao Wu's favorite cold tripe salad! Your cooking is delicious, let them taste it tonight."
Although Mother Zhao had been a bit angry, she couldn't help but smile at the last sentence, proudly responding, "My cooking is famous for being delicious in the village!"
Since her daughter had said so, she would reluctantly show off her cooking skills.
After lunch, Mother Zhao took her basket and went to the market to buy groceries.
In order to buy cheaper vegetables, Mother Zhao traveled far, taking a two-hour bus ride, to finally reach the East City Market.
