Nanzhi's mood improved a bit, her gloomy spirits lifting significantly.
When she was waiting for Shen Zhiyu and Xiaomi's return, she was seen setting up a barbeque in the courtyard.
Busily helping her were Liao Da, An Wazi, and several others.
Ever since Nanzhi stopped visiting the restaurant, Uncle Ping and Liao Da stopped by the Residence every three days to update her on the restaurant's operations.
Even though the Sanwei Residence doesn't do business like old times, it's still performing relatively well, raking in around fifty taels per day.
"Boss, do you want some of this?" An Wazi asked, holding a roasted chicken leg in one hand and a few skewers of potato slices in the other.
The boy grew significantly taller in earlier half a year, and his voice also deepened. Despite these changes, his face still bore his simple and honest smile.
"I'm not eating." Nanzhi kindly refused, While gazing at An Wazi with affection.