"This matter is settled then," the two were busy chatting when the firewood under the pot burned out. Sheng Laosan reminded, "Quickly add some more wood; we can start eating soon."
"Oh, oh..." It was a rural clay pot built with cement. Sheng An sat on a small stool, adding firewood while continuing to try to persuade them, clearly not willing to give up.
In the end, all of his ideas were vetoed by Sheng Laosan.
"Why is it taking you so long to cook a dish?" Shen Luhua's voice came from the doorway.
Sheng An quietly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that they had reached an agreement. He wondered how the negotiation went.
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In the evening, Xu Qigang returned home amidst the evening glow. Because he had drunk half a bottle of white liquor with Sheng Laosan at noon, his handsome face carried a flush.
Before he reached his home, Xu Xianxiong and Zhao Lanzhi stood at the doorstep eagerly waiting.
Xu Yingshan also waited, hands tucked into his sleeves.