A family casually chatted around the Mahjong table, with Yang Hao playing a few rounds for Yang Zheng, winning back several taels of the monthly allowance that Yang Zheng had lost.
Yang Zheng, being young and having people take care of his daily needs, received only one hundred taels each month. Seeing his father win back some silver, a smile appeared on his little face.
It's always better than nothing. He also needed to bestow rewards on his subordinates routinely.
Once the dinner was prepared, the family didn't bother moving elsewhere. They simply had the servants clear away the Mahjong set and then set the table for dinner.
Yang Hao brought back two chickens and two baskets of eggs. One chicken was stewed, and the eggs were steamed.
Smelling the fragrance, Yang Hao sighed softly and couldn't help saying, "This should have been stewed by Qiao Xiaomai."
The result was clearly inferior to that of Qiao Xiaomai's.
