Mr. Yang nodded and brought Zhang Defa and his wife into the carriage. When they arrived at the small restaurant at the entrance of the alley, the fat shopkeeper saw Zhang Defa get out of the carriage. With a fierce expression, he reached out and said, "Zhang Defa, settle the money for the food and drinks that your son owes. This shop is small and can't afford to debts."
Chen Zhaodi got out of the carriage and sneered. "Yo! You can't afford to be owed money, but you often give it to my Guisheng?"
Zhang Defa glared at her and smiled awkwardly at Shopkeeper He. "Shopkeeper He, please be magnanimous. I'll pay you together in a few days."
Mr. Yang got out of the car and took a piece of silver and placed it in Shopkeeper He's hand. "Is that enough?"
Shopkeeper He weighed it in his hand and estimated that it was more than five taels. He smiled and said, "It's enough, it's enough. Thank you, noble."
