Liu Zheng said.
"Hmm, that's true. It's not difficult. As long as you cry for the funeral properly for me, I'll definitely write a recommendation letter for you, even a hundred if needed."
The old man assured.
"One is enough. Getting a hundred won't earn me a hundred honorary homeowner medals."
He said while glancing at his phone.
"Then let's consider we've reached a preliminary agreement. I don't have enough delivery time, if you want to discuss further, just order takeout yourself to find me."
Liu Zheng said.
"Why should I, that's too unfair for me."
The old man was unwilling.
"It's as if this is only my affair. I'll pay, and you'll bear the cost, decide whether you want to order or not."
He rolled his eyes.
"Damn it, if I had a son like you, I'd be infuriated to death long ago."
The old man exploded in anger.
"If you had a son like me, you wouldn't have died without a widow, and wouldn't have bought such poor tea leaves for you."
