Making Money, Making Money

Bian Yuanzhi looked up and saw his mother walking in with a flushed face.

She was carrying a bag in her left hand and a basket in her right. No one knew what was inside.

His face lit up and he quickly ran over. "Mother, you're finally back."

Gu Dafeng's smile widened. She patted her son's head forcefully and said to Gu Dajiang and Gu Yundong, who had also walked out, "Brother, Yundong, here. This is meat. Cook this for dinner."

Gu Dajiang stopped in his tracks and frowned slightly. "What happened to your throat?"

Gu Dafeng coughed lightly. Her throat was indeed very uncomfortable, and her voice was hoarse.

Gu Yundong had already guessed it. She must have shouted so hard that her throat was damaged.

Sigh, she should have known. She had forgotten to remind her.

Unexpectedly, Eldest Aunt was so honest that she insisted on shouting until she could not.