"Grandfather didn't have that knowledge, so he was penniless. I'm just afraid I'll follow in his footsteps and can't manage my silver, becoming penniless as well," he lamented.
Black Pot didn't care to pay him any attention and spat out a ghostly book, sitting on the stool to read.
After all, it was the trouble of the wealthy, irrelevant to him.
He had just sat down when a maid came over with some meat and fruit, placing it beside the dog.
Black Pot opened his mouth, as the maid crouched and knelt beside him, pinching a piece of meat and placing it in his mouth.
Black Pot ate leisurely while reading, suddenly realizing that his refreshing days seemed to be funded by silver. If Master Chen ran out of money, his days of enjoyment would probably come to an end.
However, making money was not its forte, better to let Chen Shi worry about it.
Chen Shi, still youthful at heart, cast his worries aside and continued to cultivate the Eight Extremes Golden Que Divine Chapter.
