Gu Yuanshui smiled playfully. "The one who knows me best is my own mother."
Li Cuicui slapped him on the arm. "Don't think that just because you attended a few of the Scholar's lectures, you can show off your fancy words in front of your mother. Tell me the truth. What are you planning?"
Gu Yuanshui glanced at his brothers. "Mother, look at our family's tofu. It's well-known around here, but this area is only so big. Now that the novelty has worn off, sales aren't what they used to be.
"Since Old Seventh should have already found his footing in Shangjing, I was thinking of heading over to take a look. If I can set up a tofu processing workshop there, it would save us brothers from being stuck staring at this small patch of land all day."
"Wouldn't that cause trouble for Old Seventh?" Li Cuicui immediately frowned. "Things are perfectly fine right now. In this Fang Yuan of ten miles, who doesn't envy our family's current life? There's no need to go out and stir up trouble."
