Liu Hongjun has a fiery temper, and she exploded as soon as she heard that:
"I was wondering why Tian Meiling has been hanging around the restaurant so much these past few days. She's trying to find out what's going on with Da Mi! Let me tell you, don't just agree on a whim, or your daughter will become estranged from you!"
Liu Hongmei quickly explained:
"How could that be? In our family, rice is the main decision-maker now. I'm not stupid enough to hold my daughter back. I'm just afraid that my older brother will go to Dad to beg again. If Dad speaks up, it won't be easy for rice to do business, will it?"
Liu Hongjun thought for a moment and comforted her:
"It's alright. Don't be fooled by Dad's tendency to favor my eldest brother. He's a smart man and can always make the right decisions. Besides, with his spendthrift nature, Grandpa won't let him ruin his granddaughter's business."
Liu Hongmei sighed: "I'm afraid the old man will favor his eldest grandson. You know how hard it is to make rice. If the old man really speaks up, won't she be heartbroken?"
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"What kind of spendthrift would do something like this?! Huh?! Huh!!"
On the other end of the video call, Cui Jianguo, whose hair was already completely white, roared with a powerful voice:
"Top-grade golden abalone! And you just casually prepared it like that, using it to stew meat? What a waste!!!"
"Such exquisite items are extremely rare and hard to come by. Once you acquire one, you must handle it with utmost care, not wasting a single bit. It must be appreciated by someone knowledgeable. If you were to eat it, it would be like a cow chewing on a peony, a cow chewing on a peony!"
"Grandpa, how is this like a cow chewing on a peony? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't know that Ningcheng has such good ingredients!"
Cui Mingyue was somewhat unwilling to admit defeat.
"What do you know? This kind of top-grade golden abalone is rare. The abalone viscera are kept to make sauce, and the abalone meat is only boiled in water and sliced thinly to taste its original flavor. That's the best way to experience the true taste of this top-grade abalone!"
“He sold it for ten thousand yuan. He may not care, but I do. Isn’t it a waste to give this stuff to people who don’t know anything about it?”
The old man practically jumped out of his phone, swiftly booked a flight to Ningcheng, and made the final decision:
"You keep a close eye on this person, don't let them escape, you hear me? I want to see which spendthrift dares to waste things like this!!"
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