Mrs. Zhao didn't understand, "It's not much, our family has lost business because of these past few days, we could ask for... what's it called... lost wages..."
Lost wages was a new term Mrs. Zhao had just learned from customers at the restaurant.
Zhao Aihua shook his head, "That's true, but we can't do that, we'd be ridiculed.
Mom, Dad, let's just pretend this trip was a vacation to Hai City. We'll go back the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow I'll take you around for a good time."
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up: this was something they could get behind.
...
Meng Chuyue had been looking at the account book all along.
After finishing, she sarcastically said, "So, aside from my younger uncle's family, it's alright that my elder uncle didn't give a gift of money, but the villagers' gifts are all still with grandma?
