Does he want to die at 80?

"My father doesn't make 20,000 Gold Coins a year!" Alice spoke with a bit of resentment, "If you consider this a small business, then what I do can hardly be called business, right?"

"Miss Alice's family has a big enterprise, naturally, she's in the big business league," Tang Mo chuckled and then looked towards John with a smile, asking, "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Of course, I'll go with whatever the host decides. What do you usually eat here?" John asked curiously, his interest piqued.

Wes looked up at the sky, and in that moment, he remembered Aunt Cui Xi's specialty, the small fish stewed with green cucumber. That dish had left numerous martial arts masters vomiting once it was introduced; it could truly be described as something that could shock the heavens and move the spirits.

Wes prayed silently in his mind that today's meal wouldn't be one of Aunt Cui Xi's signature dishes.