Shen Zhiyu simply crouched by the window, watching with pleasure as his mother laughed radiantly.
His mother was the most formidable person in the world.
She was also the most important person to him.
As the weather got hot, the small wounds on Shen Miaomiao's body had already formed scabs, some which had already fallen off, leaving only faint pink marks.
The only serious wound was on her forehead, which was currently hidden by her hair.
The average family in Yan City earned around twenty to thirty taels of silver per year. News that the newly built staircase cost fifty taels of silver led to a lot of whispered gossip.
Just what kind of background does the owner of this place have?
They've not only taken over the operation of the place but within less than three months, have also opened a second ice beverage shop. And heaven only knows where they got the fifty taels of silver for the new staircase!
What ordinary family could pull out so much silver at once?