The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Soon, Frank and Meg arrived in Cronde, and they headed straight to a market.

Frank was puzzled. "What are you getting? Why do you have to get it from a market and not the grocery store?"

"I smelled something special when I took a stroll outside the cottage," Meg replied, not one for mysteries. "It's a local specialty beef-it looks no different from normal beef, but everything from the condiment to the cut is exquisite, and it's especially sweet when taken out from the stock. That's why I craved some."

Frank nodded, "So you're just craving for some meat! You could've said that outright—I have some readily available."

Meg giggled unabashedly, as she was not some innocent maiden. "I'll take both. The more the better!"

Both of them chatted as they arrived before a small stall, and Meg looked around.

Just as the other homestay owner said, the beef stall was between a stall for farm crops and seafood, so this must be it.

Approaching the butcher, Meg said, "Five pounds of beef, please!"

The butcher did not hesitate to cut a slab and put it on the scale. "Would six be alright?"

cunning as a businessman-he actually had pinpoint precision with his cut. But seeing that Meg appeared uninitiated, he cut six pounds instead, presuming that Meg would be none the wiser

knew what the butcher was up to, but she was not Jada. Even with Frank at her side, she stuck to her principle of not causing trouble

held up

board that clearly stated it was seven

now." The butcher chuckled, quickly putting away the

and would not stay that long. As such, he

a little upset at this point, but the butcher had already cut a slab and it

the

five and a half? It did not feel that

Meg worked in the kitchen too, as the manager

expensive over there, and employees were only afforded a half- pound

competence with the former owner of Golden Lily. Eventually, she

needed her hands

she could tell that the beef was not six pounds,

"What's this? This is