"Gu Nian, don't think you can do whatever you want here just because of my cousin!" Zheng Shaochen was furious.
Lin Sanshui, initially pleased to see Gu Nian standing firmly superior, panicked when Zheng Shaochen grew angry, "Niannian is a child who doesn't know how to speak properly, Young Master, don't be upset, we can negotiate the price."
In fact, those meatballs aren't purely meat, at most only one-third is meat, the rest is flour. Selling them at a price much higher than meat is really quite unscrupulous.
He agreed to the price yesterday only because he thought Zheng Shaochen was being unreasonable about the smoked sausage.
After listening to Lin Sanshui's words, Zheng Shaochen instantly showed a satisfied smile.
