"Ah Zhi, pinch me. Are we dreaming?"
A wave of guests had come and stayed here for two days. They had only cooked a few meals and entertained them. How could they have earned so much money?
Qiu Zhi smiled and pinched Xia Zhenyuan's arm.
Feeling the pain, Xia Zhenyuan finally dared to believe that it was not a dream.
Xia Zhenyuan was so excited that his eyes instantly turned red. This was something he would never have dreamed of—earning so much money at home!
Xia Cha looked at the happy Xia Zhenyuan who was wiping his tears. She stepped forward and hugged his arm. "Dad, our family's lives will get better and better in the future!"
After Xia Zhenli returned, he told her wife Fang Liu that the second branch had killed chickens and ducks to entertain outsiders.
Fang Liu was a gossip-monger. This matter quickly spread to the ears of Xia Wangshi.
