Time Travel: A Fisherwoman Goes to the Sea to Raise a Baby

Chapter 497 Wen Zaisi's Test

Everyone ate hot pot and their bellies were round, especially Misu, who came out rubbing her belly.

It's obvious they ate too much.

San Chuan looked at him with some concern, "Should I make you some hawthorn water to help with your digestion?"

Misu waved her hand dismissively.

"What's so bad? I went through all that trouble to eat, and it's already digested so quickly. What a waste!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zaisi's eyes showed some disdain.

"Are you some kind of reincarnated starving ghost? You're acting like you haven't eaten in eight hundred years!"

Misu rolled her eyes at him. "Hmph, what do you know?"

"I don't understand..."

As Wen Zaisi spoke, he took the first step out.

As soon as Wen Zaisi reached the stairs, he spotted Sihai leaning on the counter.

Aside from Wuyuan, who only knows how to suck his thumb, there was no one else around.

A thought flashed through Wen Zaisi's mind: since he couldn't get any information from Lao Lu for the time being, he could try to get some information from Si Hai indirectly.

After all, kids can't keep their mouths shut, and they might actually know something.

Thinking this, he immediately pulled out his money pouch from his waist, "You guys wait here, this meal is on me."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he turned around and ran down quickly.

The commotion was so great that it attracted the attention of many people.

Misu thought she had misheard, her eyes widening in surprise. She nudged Xue Shiyu beside her with her elbow and muttered, "Did the sun rise in the west today? Wen Zaisi is a notorious miser. He'll freeload, but getting him to treat you? That's practically impossible! What's wrong with him today? Is he bewitched by the aroma of hot pot?"

Xue Shiyu stood halfway up the stairs, watching Wen Zaisi's retreating figure, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

It's easy to guess what Wen Zaisi is thinking. That idiot, he really won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin.

Thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly.

San Chuan, who came down last, said cheerfully, "The sun didn't come out today. It rained this morning, and it's cloudy now."

When the wind blows, it's so cold that people shiver.

This directly impacted the restaurant's business.

When it gets cold, who doesn't want something hot to eat? So more and more people are coming.

The sounds of hot pot bubbling in the restaurant, the laughter of diners, and the greetings from the young men all blended together, making one's head buzz.

Wen Zaisi walked quickly to the counter, and Sihai raised his little head when he heard the sound, looking at him with his big, dark eyes.

"Have you finished eating? Or would you like to order more?"

The child was small, but very experienced. He had an account book spread out in front of him, and his little hands were resting on the abacus.

"We've finished eating. Could you calculate the cost of our private room?"

As Wen Zaisi spoke, he took out his money pouch and casually placed it on the counter, but his gaze subtly swept over Sihai.

Sihai's eyes darted around, then he flipped through the ledger and said, "No need to pay. You gave us extra money yesterday."

"Can you read? You're not seeing things, are you?" Wen Zaisi looked at him with suspicion.

Sihai glanced at him and said, "I just don't want to go to the academy, I didn't say I don't want to study."

No sooner had he finished speaking than other diners came over to pay their bills.

Sihai ignored him and started checking the list on the table. His chubby little hands landed on the abacus, and his fingers flew across the paper, almost making Wen Zaisi stare in disbelief.

He saw that Sihai was calculating the accounts seriously, and his mind seemed to be entirely focused on the numbers, so he felt that this was an opportunity.

He casually remarked, "Sihai, you're really capable. By the way, you weren't injured in yesterday's duel, were you?"

He stared intently at Sihai's small face.

Sihai was engrossed in working with the abacus beads and didn't even look up. He casually replied, "No! How could I be injured? Master is amazing! Your disciple is not to be underestimated either."

“Oh! That is indeed true…” Wen Zaisi deliberately feigned surprise, “but your master doesn’t look like he knows martial arts either, he looks slovenly and like…”

The word "beggar" was a bit awkward to say, so Wen Zaisi changed the subject: "What did he do before? Did he... travel the martial arts world? Or served in the military?"