"We should know the outcome by tonight, so at least we won't be in suspense for long."
Wu Jia responded weakly. They say that business is ruthless, and if her family's secret recipe really was guessed, she couldn't be as carefree about it as Mi Erhu was. Yet, on second thought, she realized she need not be so pessimistic.
After all, her family still had over a hundred thousand from selling ducks and salted duck eggs, plus the savings from years of doing business—even if Mi Dahu and his wife had taken quite a bit, she estimated her in-laws still had tens of thousands left. There was also the money from selling the house and land...
Father-in-law was right, as long as one is diligent, one can always find a way to put food on the table. With a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, without the likes of Mi Dahu's family to leech off them, and with her and Erhu still young and strong, what was there to fear about not living well?
