Yuan Buyu didn't care about the vinegar anymore, set the bottle on the stove, and ran towards the kitchen door.
"Yuan Tou, what about this pot of food?"
"Just dump it out to feed the pigs, make do with it."
In no time, Yuan Buyu reached the corner of the outer courtyard, where Zhou Xuan was calculating wages for Little Fuzi.
Because his dream was too terrifying, Little Fuzi felt earning these seventy bucks was too hard and started losing interest in going back into the dream.
Zhou Xuan could only offer him a small incentive—the seventy bucks would still be paid, but for every time he entered the dream, Little Fuzi would get an additional three bucks tip, and after every dream generation, Zhou Xuan would accompany Little Fuzi into the dream.
"I am not being greedy, Young Master, I just want to accompany you, afraid that you might be scared by your own dream."
Little Fuzi took the three bucks Zhou Xuan gave him and put them in his pants pocket.
