"Then what do we do?" Xing Nong spread her hands. "Why do I feel like we've walked into a dead end? Paying him won't work, marrying Li Xiaoyan won't work either, so we can only give up that menu. What a pity, I was hoping to taste the authentic Imperial Meal the Emperor ate. Looks like I can only keep dreaming."
Luo Ye looked at Qu Yue. "How's the household registration issue for Li Xiaoyan coming along?"
"All done, I left the papers in my office."
"Here's what we'll do: once we're done today, or tomorrow if that doesn't work, I'll go with you. That menu is worth us making the trip."
"Didn't you just say going there would be useless?" Xing Nong sized Luo Ye up and down. "Luoluo, I know you're awesome, but what's the point of you going? Don't tell me you're planning to marry that old man's grandson?"
"Get lost!" Luo Ye glared at her. "Your teeth itch if you don't bicker, huh?" As she spoke, she fished a little box out of her pocket. "Here, grind your teeth on this."
