The group exchanged glances: "Master Jiang, whatever you make, we'll eat. We're not picky eaters."
"Alright, alright, alright!" Master Jiang beamed: "Don't worry, whatever you eat won't be lacking! Just wait—oh, by the way," he suddenly asked with some expertise, "Did you already have breakfast at Lao Song's family?"
Seeing everyone nod, he kindly asked, "Then, do you want to wait until one o'clock to have lunch?"
Is that even possible?
The group all looked at Wu Lan.
Wu Lan was slightly taken aback, thinking there's no work right now anyway, so you can eat whenever you want! Could hiring someone really make us broke just by feeding them?
She wasn't one to fuss over a few grains of rice.
So at this moment, she nodded blankly: "Whenever you want to eat, that's up to you guys. Isn't that for Master Jiang to decide?"
Chen Yuan was overjoyed, thanked Wu Lan, and then looked earnestly at Master Jiang:
"Thank you!"
