In the evening, Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai went to the cowshed to study, and they also took the fried cicada nymphs to Grandpa Shang and the two masters to eat.

After frying, Zhuang Zhimeng secretly put some of these in the warehouse when no one was paying attention.

While walking, Zhuang Zhi dreamed of wine and asked An Qingbai, who was beside him, about it.

"Brother Qingbai, do you think we should bring them some wine so that Grandpa Shang and Uncle Shi can have a drink?"

An Qingbai thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Let's not bring any more alcohol. Even if it's tomorrow, they'll still smell of alcohol, and that would just harm them!"

"well!"

An Qingbai laughed when he heard her sigh.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Zhizhi, are you still disappointed?"

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded.

"What I regret is that they can't eat anything good, and they can't even drink alcohol!"

An Qingbai suddenly remembered that there was champagne in Zhizhi's warehouse, so he reminded him.

"How about we give them some champagne? It's not very strong, so we're not worried about them drinking it!"

This time, it was Zhuang Zhimeng's turn to shake her head.

"Definitely not, explaining the origin would be too complicated! Those are all high-end champagnes! At the very least, Grandpa Shang should have drunk them!"

"Too!"

"Never mind! We'll give them some later when we have the chance!"

Zhuang Zhimeng started talking about meat with An Qingbai again.

"Tomorrow, Qingbai, you go buy the bricks. When you come back, tell Uncle Zaimin that the meat processing plant wants you to go there in the afternoon to pick up the meat. Otherwise, you'll have to take the meat to buy the bricks in the morning!"

"Okay, I got it! Have you cut the meat all?"

"They're all chopped! I just had to think about it and it was done, super fast!"

The two talked all the way to the cowshed.

Observing that no one was paying attention to this side and no one was wandering around, he gently knocked on the door.

When Shang Jingshu opened the door and saw that it was them, he quickly let them in.

"Hehe, Grandpa Shang, Qingbai and I brought you some food. It tastes pretty good, you should try it!"

Shang Jingshu laughed.

"Oh? What's this delicious food? My mouth is practically tasteless from all this!"

Zhuang Zhimeng then opened the basket to show them.

"Ta-da! Deep-fried cicada nymphs! How does it look? Not bad, right? It tastes even better!"