Old Huang's face contorted. "I've given up hope that he's even still alive."
"As long as Wu Dahai is alive, I can forget about ever marrying and having kids."
"If he were dead, I could marry a hundred women!"
Gu Fei chuckled. "A hundred? Sir, could you even handle that?"
Old Huang chuckled. "I was just saying."
Gu Fei turned, opened the door, and glanced back. "You should eat. If your health gives out, nothing else will matter."
Once outside, Gu Fei thought to herself, 'Old Huang asks for ten thousand taels right off the bat. He's certainly bold.'
'His family was already wealthy, and he's run a silk shop for over twenty years. He must have well over a hundred thousand taels of silver.'
'But having all that silver and not being able to spend it must be frustrating.'
The next day was the Dragon Boat Festival. First thing in the morning, Gu Erlang hurried out to buy groceries. Once he was back, he was in the rear kitchen, endlessly chopping vegetables and marinating meat.
