"The agreed upon one hundred and fifty, not a penny less."
"Why are you so unreasonable?" Uncle Lin frowned, "It's just thirty yuan short, do you have to make it so difficult for your uncle?"
Uncle Lin looked as if Lin Xiang had done something wrong.
Mrs. Lin felt too embarrassed to persuade.
Because from the beginning Lin Xiang had agreed with her that if it was less than one hundred and fifty, she would not give the recipe to Uncle Lin under any circumstances.
Being able to scrape together over a hundred yuan in such a short time showed that they weren't completely desperate yet; it was just that Uncle Lin was trying to leverage Mrs. Lin's desire to restore her relationship with her family, hoping she would intervene to ask for a lower amount.
But Mrs. Lin wasn't foolish; she knew that her real family was her and Lin Xiang.
Thirty yuan could buy quite a lot of meat, couldn't it?
