"My son Dashu is sick again. Previously, we spent all our money on his illness. We thought he was getting better after seeing the doctor and taking good medicine to nourish his health, but unexpectedly, the illness has flared up again. I am just..." At this point, Chen himself couldn't help but choke up.
Muniang hurriedly consoled him, before saying, "So it's about that matter. If you're coming to me to ask for silver, well, it's not just that we know each other well; even for the sake of Yuhua's reputation, I wouldn't ignore it."
Chen expressed his gratitude, "Lady, your compassion is such that I don't even know what to say."
Muniang pulled a face, "So, Chen, how much silver do you need?"
Her question carried a hint of probing. Muniang pretended she hadn't heard Wang Yufang's previous outrageous demand, letting Chen restate his request. If he quoted the same figure as before, Muniang guessed things might not go so smoothly.
