Yang Zhiyong glanced at Yang Zhigang and, upon receiving a nod of approval, happily accepted the money and tickets.
"As long as you're satisfied. Since you're my brother's... uh... friend, come to me if you need to buy meat in the future. I'll make sure you get the best."
Yang Zhigang raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: I didn't realize it, but it turns out his younger brother knows how to talk, unlike at home where he's like a mute doll always getting scolded by their mom for being simple-minded.
However, Yang Zhigang was very pleased with Yang Zhiyong's performance today. Seeing Wang Pandi about to take the pork belly, he quickly took it himself and said to her, "Let me do it, your hand is injured and it's inconvenient for you."
Wang Pandi had her entire focus on the pork belly, her eyes fixed on the meat, paying no attention to the exchange between them.
She wanted to say she could handle it herself, that it was no problem.
