"This is all money?" It took Xu Xiaoyan a while to react.
"Yes!" Yan Fei assured her, then continued chopping the meat filling for dumplings.
"It's all yours?"
"Yes!" He continued chopping.
"Bang, crash..." Xu Xiaoyan abruptly put her bowl on the floor, not sparing a glance when her chopsticks also fell. She grabbed a small bundle of hundred-dollar bills and started counting.
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred..."
"Chop chop chop..."
The sound of money counting and meat chopping mixed together, creating a unique harmony in the small kitchen.
...
"Eighteen thousand six hundred seventy?" After a long while, Xu Xiaoyan's trembling voice echoed in the kitchen. "Yan Xiaofei, how come you have so much money? You won't get executed, will you?"
"What does my hard-earned money have to do with execution? There's definitely something wrong with your brain today – you should get it checked!" Yan Fei replied exasperatedly.
