Wu Ji refused to give him instant noodles. Meng Ge mocked Wu Hao, "You can't even give our Weiwei a bowl of noodles and you are saying that you would give her a good life."
Meng Weiwei lowered her eyes and said considerately, "It's fine, Brother Hao. Let's go get our rations. I've eaten that all along anyway. I'm used to it."
Meng Ge played the bad cop, and Meng Weiwei played the nice one. Wu Hao looked at the fragrant instant noodles in the pot in front of him and felt even more guilty.
He couldn't help but say to Wu Ji again, "Father, just give me a few bowls of instant noodles!"
Wu Ji finally looked up. "Eight copper coins for a bowl. If you pay me, I'll give it to you."
Wu Hao did not have a single cent on him. Wu Ji's words undoubtedly humiliated him greatly. He clenched his fists tightly.
He did not understand why his father had to make things difficult him when he wanted to marry such a good girl like Meng Weiwei.
