Chen Mo knew this was the uncle's fault and he was not suited to intervene and mediate the conflict.
If the young man called the police, that wouldn't be fun.
But the uncle seemed unwilling to back down and instead directly approached the milk tea stall to continue arguing with the young man. Chen Mo was getting a headache from listening.
It felt like neither side was communicating properly, with both of them caught in a cycle of "you say yours, I say mine."
"Forget it."
Chen Mo looked at the various equipment and ingredients in the uncle's tricycle, pulled out some cash, and tossed it into the uncle's cash basket, "Uncle, I'm hungry. I'll make it myself!"
The uncle was too busy arguing to pay him any mind.
Chen Mo thought, since I've already made two, making one more wouldn't hurt, right?
So.
