While Li Xiaoran was cooking the knife-cut noodles, she saw Luo Cheng bring over an empty bowl and immediately smiled.
"Your third brother ate the noodles?"
Luo Cheng smiled and nodded. Then, he placed the dishes in the wooden basin and came straight to Li Xiaoran's side.
Suddenly, she felt something being put in her pocket. After that, she could feel that the thing that was put in her pocket had some weight.
"This is the money Third Brother gave me. It's two hundred taels of silver!"
With that, Luo Cheng looked at Li Xiaoran and smiled.
When Li Xiaoran heard this, her eyes widened and she laughed.
"Yes, my cooking skills are indeed worth so much!"
"Of course. My wife's cooking is priceless!" Luo Cheng echoed.
"That person left?" Li Xiaoran didn't accept Luo Cheng's compliment and asked.
"He didn't leave. He's still there!" Luo Cheng said.
