บท 137: Maybe by then I will forgive you.

Xu Qinglin and Xu Changsheng: "..."

"What, hoping I die sooner?" Zhang Xiaoying's brows shot up. "Is that all the ambition you have?"

"Mother, no, that's not what I mean. Pfft, pfft, pfft, I wish you long life and prosperity. You could live to a ripe old age." Xu Changsheng hurriedly explained, "Whatever mother says goes, once I learn how to cook, I'm sure I can make some money."

"Right, right, right, mother, you have to believe in us too." Xu Qinglin nodded earnestly.

"I've done some calculations, and I estimate that each of you brothers will need to contribute about fifty taels each, not a lot, just earn it diligently." Zhang Xiaoying patted their shoulders.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and after a moment of hesitation, Xu Qinglin tentatively spoke up. "Mother, what about the fourth brother? Does he not need to?"