Thinking this way, Dong Wenming felt depressed again. He had earlier thought that when his sister returned, he could offer her splendid meals and ensure a good life for his nephews and nieces, but now it seemed that idea had been quite naïve.
"Uncle, you know I'm not short of money." Yang Ruxin looked at Dong Wenming, "But since it was left to my mother by Grandma, I will accept it and eventually share it with my younger siblings…" then she glanced through the deeds, "However, things like the Mulberry Garden and Tea Mountain, I don't understand them, so I'll still need Uncle to look after them…"
"What trouble is there in that?" Dong Wenming waved his hand, "As long as you don't mind your uncle taking care of it."
"But Uncle, how about we collaborate and open a restaurant?" Yang Ruxin smiled a little.
"Open a restaurant?" Dong Wenming frowned.
