"Pfft..." Ye Zi'an just burst out laughing. The older son learned to make money on his own, did the younger son learn how to pamper his wife the same way?
"Dad, you understand, right?" Yangyang heard Ye Zi'an and turned around to talk to him.
Ye Zi'an silently nodded, he understood, he understood too well, the son had inherited his true skills from him, what else could he say?
"Mom, then could you trouble yourself to send someone to the Mu Residence for me?"
Yang Chuxia thought to herself, son, what if your Aunt Dongyang has another boy in her belly?
"Alright, fortunately I made a lot of mooncakes, I'll have someone send them to you."
With that, Yang Chuxia had three portions made, one for the Mu Family, one for Prince Zhuang's Mansion, and one for Old Mu and Linhao.
She specially instructed the person going to the Mu Family to make sure to tell them that this was sent by Yangyang for his wife to eat.