Qian Ding Sect is finally repaired. Chen Muxue and the others looked at the exquisitely frightening courtyard, momentarily speechless.
"I don't have the money to pay you more..." Chen Muxue said weakly to the contractor who came to hand over the work.
Who would have thought the contractor would laugh heartily and wave it off: "No need to pay more, the Sect Leader's craftsmanship is enough. Remember to find us next time you need a house rebuilt! After this, who knows when we'll get to eat such delicious meals again."
The workers behind him all had eyes full of reluctance.
"We're in trouble now. When I get home, my wife will definitely scold me by pulling my ear. Is what she makes even considered food? Even my big yellow dog at home won't eat it."
"I think your wife scolds you not because you don't like her cooking."
"Then why else?"
"Do you remember the day your eldest son asked you, 'Daddy, was I delivered by a midwife?', how did you respond?"
