Tan Wenbin was in a bind and said, "But Mr. Li's household already has a freeloader like me."
Yin Meng responded, "I can work, help with the cooking and such."
Run Sheng: "..."
Tan Wenbin: "..."
Li Zhiyuan had no choice but to speak up, "Once you come home with us, you can do nothing at all, but please don't ever get the itch to cook."
Even Tan Wenbin's iron stomach couldn't handle it. Fearing that if Yin Meng were to cook a meal at home, she'd directly send both herself and the Grandmaster to their ends.
"Did you agree?" Yin Meng asked happily, "Then I will go with you to Nantong."
"Right, okay."
Old man, your granddaughter is actually much smarter than you think.
After the meal, the sounds of funeral music continued to play outside while everyone sat in front of the spirit hall playing cards.
