Zhao Guihua watched and again lamented that Wang Xiangxiu's tactics were far inferior to Aunt Su's.
She called out, "Alright, that's enough, everyone, let's disperse. Uncle Lan, wait a moment, I'll bring you a bowl of tofu, very suitable for the elderly."
Lan Sihai: "You can call yourself old if you want, but I'm still young."
Heh, this old man was quite annoying.
Zhao Guihua thought about her past life, when he had also made her furious. This time, she deeply felt that being made angry by him in her past life was not unexpected. This old man's words were indeed hard to endure.
But she didn't take it to heart.
Zhao Guihua served the old man a plate of tofu. The tofu stewed with fish, the fish's flavor was far inferior to the tofu's. The deliciousness was all in the tofu, which was very refreshing and couldn't be better.
This time, the old man didn't refuse, but he didn't go to Zhuang's house to eat either. He went home to slurp noodles on his own.
