Watching twelve taels of silver being handed over, Liu Ji felt as if his entire being was unwell.
"Look at this, we barely have any money, yet you insist on treating them to a meal of the same specifications. Pretending to be rich brings us no benefits..." He leaned against the doorframe, nagging incessantly like an old woman.
Qin Yao, at her wit's end, shouted, "Shut the door, shut your mouth!"
Liu Ji: "Alright!"
Swiftly closing the room door and covering his mouth, yet still feeling a sharp heartache—twelve taels! What kind of divine banquet is this? He didn't deserve to eat it!
Qin Yao told Liu Ji to cool off somewhere else and stay out of her sight.
Sitting on the floor playing with lanterns, Sanlang and Si Niang happily waved at their father to join them in playing.
Liu Ji was indignant. Why should he only play with kids? He refused!
Plopping down in front of Qin Yao, he stared at the small wooden box in her hand, determined to see how much silver was inside.
