The Little Yingtai at sunset is beautiful, the falling sun just hanging beneath the eaves of Yiliang Pavilion like a dazzling red lantern.
Chen Ji walked along the stone path of Little Yingtai, while Chen Yu followed behind him, chattering, "The Chen Family Salt Shop is a tough business, as tough as a grain shop."
Chen Ji asked indifferently, "You know a lot about the salt shop and the grain shop?"
