Zhang Juying knew she couldn't refuse, even if Zhou Yuaanyuaan didn't ask, she couldn't refuse.
She looked at Lv Cheng with a resentful expression, walked over and whispered, "Director, you have to pay extra for this; it wasn't mentioned before that we'd have to kill a chicken."
Lv Cheng: "Alright, we'll settle it at market price."
He knew Zhang Juying could be a bit difficult, it was just a chicken after all.
"What market price? This is an authentic free-range chicken, and Yanzi picked a hen, at least two or three hundred each."
Qiann Yan made three hundred for just an hour of filming; it made her envious.
"Aunt Zhang, are you robbing us?" Lv Cheng rolled his eyes, "Your price is too high."
"Go out and ask, who doesn't sell free-range chickens for this price?"
The two went back and forth, and ultimately Lv Cheng compromised.
Qiann Yan had anticipated this, so she wasn't polite at all and grabbed the biggest one.
