"A business empire?"
The corners of Shen Xingshuo's mouth twitched, his pitch rising with every word. Meeting Shen Yu's impassioned gaze, he remarked from the bottom of his heart, "I thought you were going to wash dishes."
"How did you know I'd thought about washing dishes, Second Brother?" Shen Yu's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Shen Xingshuo with admiration.
He had years of experience washing dishes. Back when he had been too young to tutor, it had been his only job, and the one he was best at.
"Nothing, just a wild guess." Shen Xingshuo stopped gnawing on his pig's trotter and made a face uglier than if he had been crying.
He couldn't very well tell his little brother that this was a reflex from a certain dark and windy night, when a worried Shen Yu had pondered how to drag his whole family along to get rich washing dishes, and the Shen family had listened for an entire night.
With Second Shen's attempt at speaking thwarted, the others naturally avoided asking outright. Shen Xubai carefully recalled the past six months' allowance records, and only after confirming that nothing had gone over budget did he venture to speak.
"If you need to buy anything, Little Yu, you can tell me. Working is something for when you're grown up."
For children from ordinary or even poor families, earning money during winter and summer breaks was normal. But children like them, who never had to worry about expenses, shouldn't have had their heads full of making money.
"It's not me who needs money. It's Yao Maolin." Propping his cheeks in his hands, Shen Yu dutifully followed his eldest brother's lead and explained.
"Actually, he doesn't need money either." Shen Yu scratched his head. Thinking of Yao Maolin's lofty