Although the master of the house tried to keep these things a secret, they couldn't escape the notice of these seasoned veterans who had been around for decades.

But what could they, as servants, do? All they could do was desperately try to earn money so that the Jin family would decline more slowly.

“In that case, you should make plans for yourself sooner rather than later. The Wuweilou matter is a case of going too far and getting out as soon as possible.” Jiang Nuan pursed her lips and continued, “Our two families are related by marriage, and we should support each other. Even for the sake of the mistress, I must leave you a way out.”

Manager Jin never expected Jiang Nuan to say that.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Were those recipes reserved for someone?"

"Of course not," Jiang Nuan tilted her head back, "I just don't want to sell right now. You can buy it later, depending on my mood!"

"I won't thank you enough," Manager Jin said, glancing at Jiang Nuan with an unreadable expression. "If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"Don't worry, you can't escape," Jiang Nuan said, and left.

In the end, the two who were freeloading also stayed overnight.

Since there was no place for them to stay at home and it wasn't convenient for them to have a man stay with them, Jiang Nuan arranged for the two of them to go to Old Man Huang's place.

At night, Jiang Nuan quietly sat on the bed counting her silver.

Seeing the gleaming silver, Grandma Jiang's eyes welled up with tears. "My daughter has made something of herself. I don't have to worry about her anymore."

With fifty taels of silver in hand, she had enough for her coffin and no longer needed to worry.

Jiang Nuan was unaware of her mother's bizarre thoughts. She took out five taels of silver and stuffed it into the old lady's hand, saying, "This is a gift from your daughter, you can't refuse it."

“Why wouldn’t I want it?” Old Mrs. Jiang rolled her eyes at her daughter. “This is the first time in so many years that I’ve received your filial piety. I’d die happy if I did.”

"Don't talk about dying," Jiang Nuan fanned the air with her hand to drive away the bad luck, "You are very lucky, just wait to enjoy your good fortune."

“That’s not true,” Old Mrs. Jiang straightened her back. “If you don’t have good fortune, you can’t give birth to a daughter with a divine destiny.”

Looking at this pile of silver, she understood that her daughter was quite capable.

Even if her son is unfilial in the future, she can still rely on her daughter.

These words made Jiang Nuan feel a little guilty.

Turning her face away, she casually changed the subject to divert her mother's attention, "Mom, how about we buy a cow?"

"Buy cattle?" Old Mrs. Jiang raised an eyebrow and thought about it seriously for a moment. "That's a good idea, but the source of the money is hard to say."

“I’ve already thought it through,” Jiang Nuan said with a smile, “I’ll say I’m borrowing from Manager Jin.”

“That’s fine,” Grandma Jiang nodded. “Your in-laws are well-dressed and well-off; you can tell at a glance they’re not from an ordinary family.”

This misunderstanding is quite good, Jiang Nuan smiled but didn't reply.

The next day, the rising sun shone on the earth, and a new day began.

Because of the two foodies, Jiang Nuan got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast, hoping to get rid of the two annoying people as soon as possible.

Manager Jin, who was still eating breakfast, wanted to stay longer, but Jiang Nuan didn't give him the chance. "There's a lot going on at Wuweilou, so I won't keep you here. Here are two jars of kimchi for you as a side dish."

Without giving the two a chance to react, he signaled to his sons, who then pushed and shoved them out the door.

"Finally leaving," Jiang Nuan poured herself a bowl of tea. "I was exhausted if I hadn't left."

"How can you kick people out like that?" Old Mrs. Jiang angrily picked up a broom and hit someone. "Even if they're not relatives, they came all the way here with gifts, so you should treat them well."

“Mother,” Jiang Nuan retorted while dodging Old Madam Jiang’s beating, “haven’t I treated them properly yet? Those two gluttons ate all our food.”

She had never seen anyone who could eat more than those two. Two large bowls of rice and a pot of vegetables—one person could eat more than two other people could.