Zhuang Qingning's laughter broke through the serious atmosphere, causing Zhang Yongchang to burst into laughter as well.
"You little imp! You're quite the trickster, there's just no dealing with you," he said.
Zhang Yongchang shook his head helplessly, "If you're really keen on renting this shop, come with me. I'll lead you to the landlord. It's lest they take advantage of a young lady like you, and start quoting ludicrous prices."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Zhuang Qingning said sweetly.
"Oh, don't thank me! I'm not exactly excited about doing this," Zhang Yongchang grimaced.
"Well then! No thanks for you, Uncle Zhang, I'll just make up for it by giving you a few more salted duck eggs. Just yesterday, while salting some eggs, I saved a jar of them for you. They're perfect for a meal." Zhuang Qingning chuckled.