Zhang Ye subconsciously accepted it, “Uncle Lu, what is this?”
The neighboring uncle laughed, “My wife just braised some beef. We saw the news and knew you spent all your money to help your fan in her illness, and you are in quite a bit of debt now. Guessing that you aren’t eating well, and since we braised too much meat, we decided to bring you some.”
“There’s no need. Please don’t.” Although Zhang Ye said those words, his hands were grasping the Tupperware box tightly. His eyes were bulging and he looked like he was starving.
The neighboring uncle said, “Enough, quickly take it. Next time when my wife makes something delicious, I’ll bring it over for you. Eat it; I’m leaving!”
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, “Thank you, uncle!”
The neighboring uncle waved his hand, “Don’t stand on ceremony. Hur hur.”