Chen Yu looked at his own chest, where there was nothing at all, as if the sharp pain just now had been an illusion.
"Getting a bit of the oil chicken fungus from Ye Ye later shouldn't be too expensive..." Wang Taozhi thought about her lunch and dinner, and then thought about the delicious taste of the chicken fungus, immediately she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Thinking of this nickname made Wang Taozhi somewhat proud; after all, it was a pet name she alone could use.
"A thousand two, huh, decades ago, that could've bought you a house," Old Man Zhao smacked his lips, fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then put them back.
Liu Sang smiled. Indeed, the price was too high; if not for his craving and the idea of preparing some in advance for storage, Liu Sang himself wouldn't have considered buying it.
