Zhang Ye flaunted, “That’s right. It’s only you who keeps trampling on me. I’m not bragging. My popularity… Let’s not talk about it!”
Rao Aimin shrugged her shoulders, “Hur Hur.”
Following that, Rao Chenchen, who just came in, also smirked, “Hur Hur.”
The two ladies had given the mocking laughter at almost the same time. Even their expressions looked identical, like they were carbon copies, making Zhang Ye extremely depressed.
You’re the Hur Hur! Your whole damned family is Hur Hur!*
…
In his own house.
After returning home, he held his stomach and burped. It was too delicious. The landlady might be unsparing with her words, and could be as negative as she could, but her cooking was par excellence. Anyways, Zhang Ye had completely succumbed to the landlady’s culinary skills. Although he had previously eaten Rao Aimin’s cooking, it was clear that she had not put her heart into it. It was like the food had been prepared by a completely different person. It could be seen that the landlady was using such a method to thank him for his help today, which was why she put in so much more effort into the meal.