"Really?" Xuan Ying raised an eyebrow, "You're paying?"
Le Zhao nodded, "I'm paying."
"Well... alright then." Xuan Ying said, "You said it yourself, don't say I forced you to pay, I really don't have the money."
Most of his pocket money was spent on food, whereas Xuan Ming was doing better, saving some.
Duan Yunfei patted Xuan Ying's shoulder and laughed, "Don't worry, a hundred pounds of beef won't break him."
"I want to eat too!" Old Tang said, "Miss Shen, when the time comes, could you spare me a few slices of that beef jerky?"
Last time Shen Qinglan brought back beef from the Capital, some were braised and some were made into jerky. Old Tang had the fortune to taste it and still remembers it fondly to this day.
Shen Qinglan looked at Le Zhao and smiled, "Then please trouble Mr. Le to also bring a message for me when you deliver, I want a hundred pounds too; I'll pay for it."
