"I, Wang Jingze, would rather starve to death, die outside, and jump from here, than eat a single thing here!"
Hearing this, Chu Yun got so angry her head started throbbing. This kid was truly spoiled and unruly from a young age.
"Fine, then you can stay down here and eat snow today! Mom and Dad, let's go, don't bother with him."
The old man, feeling sorry for his precious grandson, quickly went over to pull Wang Jingze up and said, "Good grandson, since we're already here, let's just go up and have a look. I promise you, if you go up today, I'll take you to eat at Ju Fengde tomorrow, and we can order that Nine Turn Pork Intestines and Braised Sea Cucumber we had last time, how about it?"
Hearing about these two dishes, Wang Jingze perked up, "Are you serious?"
The old man smiled and said, "When has grandpa ever lied to his precious eldest grandson? Let's go, let's go, if the kebabs upstairs aren't good, I'll scold your dad for you."
