"Marcus, you've been out since early morning?" Aunt Shui said with some concern, having heard the noise around four o'clock. "You do so much work during the day and only sleep a few hours, now you're up working again. How can you endure this? If Adan finds out, she'll surely scold you."
"Aunt Shui, it's just a few days of hard work," the man replied with a laugh. Remembering Adan's worried look yesterday gave him a surge of energy. He was determined to take care of his future wife, so he had to be ambitious.
"Take care of your health. It's your capital, you can't work yourself into the ground."
"I know."
On the third day, the Holiday Village stopped selling pig trotters. Initially, the stall was set up to draw crowds into the village; the pig trotters were sold only when there was nothing else to offer. The dining for the following days was all about fish feasts, so on the third day's stall, only pure water and fruits were sold.
