Zhou Ang returned home a little late again today.
Fortunately, his mother and sister had only just eaten, and the rice in the pot was still warm.
Zhou Ang had eaten about an hour earlier, but at his age, eating an extra meal was no problem at all. Nevertheless, he broke off half of a multigrain pancake and handed it to Zhou Zihe.
While eating, Zhou Ang gave his mother the wages he had received from the Chen family that day and explained the origin of the extra money.
Hearing that even Buddhist scriptures that had been submitted long ago were now being paid for again, Zhou Cai was both happy and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Back then, everyone praised your father's calligraphy. He once said that calligraphy is a scholar's second face, and it can never be too good, the better
