Zheng Lingshan heard Ye Xiao's playful words and couldn't help but smile slightly, saying, "Of course it's the clothes that look good. If you were sold, would you be worth 1999 yuan?"
Ye Xiao was taken aback by Zheng Lingshan's words, but he also chuckled inwardly. This girl had a point. If he were sold now, he probably wouldn't be worth 1999 yuan. Of course, if he were labeled with the name 'Blood Shura,' that might raise the price a bit.
However, on the surface, Ye Xiao looked a bit unhappy and said, "Saying that is just so uninspiring. Can't you see? I have inner beauty, and plus, I'm a good person. There's no way I wouldn't be worth 1999 yuan. You really should be paying, hmph!"
Ye Xiao began to add spices with his head down. Soon after, the aromatic scent of grilled meat began to fill the air, smelling absolutely delicious.
