Cheng Zhirang didn't know they had become so well-off that they were picky about this bread that's too dry to swallow.
So he was quite pleased to accept it, then extended his other hand.
Mu Qiu: "??? What now?"
Cheng Zhirang helpfully explained: "Our team has two people. This is so he won't compete with you for protection money for this hour."
"... Greedy merchant raising prices on the spot."
She sadly handed over the recently hidden Lao Gan Ma.
"Is this enough now?"
He weighed the bottle of Lao Gan Ma, satisfied: "Yes, it's enough."
Then he extended his hand to her once more.
Mu Qiu immediately leaned back technically, speaking harshly: "Again?! Even greedy merchants know when to stop; you better be careful, or the grass you cut won't grow back!"
Cheng Zhirang pretended to be innocent: "I just wanted to help you up, the ground is quite cold."
"...No thanks, can you leave first? Seeing you makes my legs weak."
He paused for a moment.
