When they met again, Yunyang wore a harmless smile. "It's almost evening. Let's go up the mountain tomorrow. Tonight, I'll treat you to some Zhang Province cuisine."
Gu Zhao shot Yunyang a sidelong glance, seeing right through his plan. He asked pointedly, "I hear people from Qin Province can really handle their spice?"
Yunyang saw that he couldn't fool Gu Zhao, but he still said with a straight face, "Not at all. The chili from Qin Province is more fragrant than spicy. It's nothing compared to Shu Province or Xiang Province."
"Alright!" Gu Zhao said nonchalantly. "It's settled, then. Your treat."
Yunyang puffed out his chest. "I'm rich now!"
Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow. "You didn't give the money to the Eight Immortals Palace?"
"I did, but the palace gave half of it back to me," Yunyang said with a smile. "I bought a three-bedroom apartment and still have a few hundred thousand left over."
Gu Zhao tutted. "So, two hundred and fifty thousand?"
