"A deal?" Lihua asked curiously, though her voice remained as calm and tranquil as ever. Meifeng, ever the nosy one, had her eyes light up at the mention of it.
"A deal? I want one too," she said eagerly.
"Weren't the scallion pancakes enough?" Yang Qing replied with a wry smile at Meifeng's antics. She had just interrupted the mercantile trance he had channeled.
"That isn't enough," Meifeng snorted. "You owe me. Without me, you wouldn't even be dealing, so it's only fair I become a part of it too. Weren't you the one who told me to never do anything for free, or I'd be thoroughly exploited by black-hearted individuals?" She stressed the last two words with meaningful emphasis while casting Yang Qing a suspicious, hinting look.
"Fine, I give up," Yang Qing said, raising his arm in defeat.
"Yes!" Meifeng exclaimed in joy, lightly clenching her fists and punching the air in jubilation.
