The fat boy called Little Feng quickly walked over and looked at Ah Yu with even more excitement. "Wife, you know martial arts? Hehe, if you know martial arts, I'll add an additional 1,000 taels of silver as a betrothal gift!"
"Little Feng, don't be so rude!" Zao'er frowned and wanted to dissuade Little Feng.
However, Little Feng said, "Who do you think you are? Who are you preaching to? Get lost!" Little Feng raised his hand and was about to hit Zao'er.
"Young Master Sun, Young Master Zao'er!" The shopkeeper finally rushed to the second floor. Seeing the two of them in conflict with someone, the shopkeeper felt a headache coming on. "Our small shop is not very profitable. Please be magnanimous and stop causing trouble here. Just treat it as giving this old man some face. How about that?"
Zao'er was about to apologize to the shopkeeper, but Little Feng didn't relent. "Old thing, what face do you have? Don't delay my marriage."
