Old Mrs. Li's expression was already so unsightly.
Li Dongmei sensed something and served Zhang Wenbin a chopstick-full of stir-fried celery, "Wenbin, try this stir-fried celery with meat. It's really fragrant, and celery is expensive now."
Zhang Wenbin glanced at the chopstick-full of stir-fried celery in his bowl, and disdain flashed in his eyes.
Especially with Li Dongmei's remark about it being expensive.
How expensive could it get?
Reminding him that celery is expensive, as if he's that superficial, caring about the price of a dish?
Such a country bumpkin, without any sophistication.
Li Guangyuan added tea to his cup, "Wenbin, drink some water, it's getting cold."
Zhang Wenbin looked at the rim of the cup but didn't touch it.
Lin Jiayi sneered internally, these two clueless ones, he disdains your family's dirty cups.
Sure enough, after the meal and having a bowl of meat, Zhang Wenbin, probably overwhelmed by the meat and desperately thirsty, called Li Dongmei over.
