"Alright, alright, let's eat first!" Old Xue smelled the rich aroma and looked at the burning campfire, feeling his stomach rumble with hunger again.

His two greatest passions in life were medicine and food. If there was something delicious to eat, his love for medicine would take a backseat.

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

While the Su family was enjoying a lively meal of dragon and phoenix soup and roasted meat, hundreds of miles away in Qingshui County, Feng Zicai was standing hungry downstairs at Tianxiang Tower.

As dusk settled, the large red lanterns in front of the restaurant were lit with candlelight. He watched as the flickering candlelight shone through the lanterns, and the image of that beautiful face involuntarily surfaced in his mind once more.

Since they parted ways at the end of the village yesterday, he has lost count of how many times he has thought of her in this short day.

Even in my dreams, I see her everywhere.

He finally understood what the book meant by "longing to the bone."

However, with only one or three taels of silver left in his purse, he could only buy half a plate of braised pork at Tianxiang Restaurant. As for the seafood prawns that Xiaohua liked, a small plate of them cost ten taels, and as for the big crabs, each one cost ten taels of silver, which he simply could not afford.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to return to Tangshan Prefecture to find Meng Yun'er.

Although the Meng family's noodle shop business is not as good as before, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Meng Yongfu's title of "little rich man" over the years has not been for nothing. Even if Meng Yun'er is not as favored by the Meng family couple as Meng Fu, she is still the only daughter of the Meng family and can still get some money from them.

It's only right that Meng Yun'er stays at his place and eats his food in Tangshan Prefecture these days, so he should give her some money to use.

Thinking of this, the man's handsome face was full of determination.

He raised his hand and flagged down a carriage at the street corner. "Driver, stop the carriage! To Tangshan Prefecture!"

"Alright!" Seeing a customer arrive, the coachman pulled on the reins and stopped the carriage with a big smile. He grinned at Feng Zicai and said, "Scholar, it's getting late. By the time we get to Tangshan Prefecture, it'll probably be dark. So, the fare will have to be increased by twenty copper coins. Is that alright?"

"It costs twenty more coins?" Feng Zicai couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache upon hearing this.