"We don't deliver, understaffed," the owner quickly replied. But in the next moment, he was slapped back by his wife, "Who says we don't deliver? Why wouldn't we? Madam, where do you need the delivery to? Our shop is small, and we have few people, so deliveries need to be arranged early."
The proprietress thought to herself, this old man is really foolish, there's money to be made, yet he hesitates.
When Yang Chuxia heard the proprietress even recite a catchy rhyme, she laughed, "If you can deliver now, I need six baskets of soup dumplings, five bowls of spicy soup, and some marinated eggs." After that, Yang Chuxia ordered some other snacks and gave the address.
She then said to Ye Zi'an, "We didn't tell Lele and Yangyang that we were going out. If we don't bring them something to eat, Yangyang will make a fuss with you later."
"That kid just needs a good tickling," Ye Zi'an said, his eyes brimming with laughter when talking about their two sons.
