"How could that be? In our eyes, as long as you folks don't change, everything's fine."
Hearing Aunt Xu's words, Zhong Shi smiled along.
Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu exchanged a glance, Aunt Xu nodded. She turned to fetch the sixteen eggs sent by Guan Cheng and Lu Tianjun and a bottle of malt essence they had previously received as a gift. In the meantime, Uncle Xu bent down to dig out a small box from a corner and handed it to Zhong Shi together.
Zhong Shi was stunned, "Uncle Xu, Aunt Xu, what's this?"
Aunt Xu said seriously: "No matter how poor a home is, it always has a road to wealth. The box contains the last bit of gold we have, take it with you. We have no connections to exchange foreign currency. Even if you can exchange some before you leave the country, it's only a bit, it won't help much. Gold is universally accepted, keep it hidden and bring it with you. The eggs, boil them and eat them on the train."