The two once again embarked on a brainstorming session, chattering nonstop in this corner.
To outsiders, this young couple seemed to be in a relationship as smooth and sweet as honey.
In these troubled times, to witness such young love was truly enviable to many.
The elderly woman watched them, imagining that when her son returned, he would share the same deep affection with his wife. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn’t help but break into laughter.
Seeing his wife laugh for no apparent reason, the old man couldn’t resist teasing her, "Have the wontons made you silly?"
"You’re the silly one," the old woman retorted, unwilling to concede and starting to banter with her husband.
For a moment, the air in the market was filled with an everyday, comforting happiness.
However, before they could argue for much longer, Li Wenli leisurely got up to settle the bill.
Of course, settling the bill was naturally not his responsibility, as currently, all financial power was in the hands of the young mistress.
Bai Junjun gave Li Wenli a light glance, "What would you have done if I hadn’t come?"
These guys really dared, boldly coming here to eat wontons. If she hadn’t passed by, was Li Wenli planning to plot against her silver?
Speaking of which, sharing a space was really troublesome. Even if Li Wenli cleared out her silver, she wouldn’t know.
This space was far too unintelligent!
At the very least, leave a text message or a prompt, giving a when, where, and who took what, at least give some indication.
Without any hint, she had to check herself to know, which was forcing her to buy a lock for the space.
But with Fox’s skills, even a thousand locks would be useless; he would take what he wanted regardless.
To her surprise, Li Wenli chuckled, "I knew for sure you would pass by."
Bai Junjun gave him a speechless look and proceeded to settle the account with the old woman.
The eight of them had eaten 24 bowls of wontons, which amounted to nearly half a silver coin.
Bai Junjun handed the half piece of silver to the old woman, who was about to give her 20 wen in change, but Bai Junjun refused.
"No need, you keep it."
"That won’t do, young miss. Our shop operates on honesty, never deceiving young or old. The price is what it should be."
The elderly couple insisted on giving her the money.
"Owner, we’re about to leave, and we may never have the chance to visit again. Don’t bother with the change, just consider it a gift for your son’s wedding."
Li Wenli also joined Bai Junjun’s refusal ranks.
The couple, upon hearing this, suddenly became sentimental, "So soon you’re leaving Ying County?"
"We’ll come again if we have the chance. By then, let’s hope the time is peaceful and free of war and calamity," Li Wenli said with a comforting smile.
"Ah, ah!" The old couple’s eyes quickly moistened, "Thank you, young master and young miss. We also wish for you to grow old together and have children soon."
Both feeling awkward, they looked at each other, said nothing to explain, and just vaguely nodded before leaving.
Sometimes the more you explain, the more awkward it gets; it’s better to let things pass as they are.
When they returned to Dongsheng Tavern, the Seven-Person Team had not come back, but it was said that the theater troupe at the plaza would perform until dawn, so they guessed everyone had gone to watch the show.
The two of them didn’t mind and just washed up and went back to their individual rooms to sleep.
It wasn’t until late into the night that Bai Sasa stealthily returned.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she did everything with utmost care, for fear of waking up Bai Junjun.
She couldn’t resist going to watch a poetry competition; those poems were so captivating, one after the other, that she was enthralled.
If it weren’t for Ah Dao being too sleepy to persist, she would have planned to watch until dawn.