Seeing that Wang Yun had no objections, Tan Zhenghong took leave with his wife.
"Mom, why don't we move in with Uncle?" Niu Zijun discontentedly asked.
If they didn't move into the Tan Family's home, how could they pocket the Tan Family's silver?
Wang Yun said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense in the future, or you'll have none of these good things to eat."
"Then I'll stop talking, but I still want a roasted chicken," Niu Zijun said, still not fully satisfied.
Wang Yun never refused him when it came to food, and immediately agreed, completely disregarding the fact that the roasted chicken from earlier was missing two legs.
This restaurant also offered accommodations, and Tan Zhenghong handed over twenty taels of silver to the shopkeeper.
"There will be two other people staying in the private room for a few days. I'll give ten taels now for the room and food, and the other ten taels, please hand them to her," Tan Zhenghong instructed.