With Mrs. Jiang's persistent persuasion, Shu Wenquan and the others who came to help stayed for the hot pot meal.
But when clearing up the remnants, someone had left a pile of money at the bottom of a bowl, and Mrs. Jiang was so startled she picked it up and ran out.
"Wenquan, what's going on with you kids? You've helped Auntie move house, had a meal, why leave money? No, take it back."
Shu Wenquan and the others had already discussed it and naturally wouldn't take it: "Auntie, listen to me, a hot pot meal should come with gifts. Look, we came empty-handed to eat and drink, this isn't much money, just a collective contribution to let Auntie buy what she needs. Auntie, you're compelled to accept it."
"Kids, leaving your parents isn't easy, Auntie doesn't concern herself with that."
"It's needed, Auntie, this is a little token from us, wishing your family prosper ever more."
Having said this much, Mrs. Jiang had no choice but to accept.
