As soon as Nezha saw Jiang Ziya in such a sorry state, he immediately knew something had happened.
He wanted to laugh but felt it would be inappropriate to do so directly, especially since it was a rare occasion where his amusing Uncle Master didn't start by cursing.
He said, "Uncle Master, did you fail to sell the noodles?"
"Oh, you figured it out, you're so clever." Jiang Ziya rolled his eyes at him, instantly becoming impatient, "Enough with the nonsense, either lend me the money or leave."
Nezha said, "Uncle Master, what's the rush? Everything in the world has its predetermined path. You might not sell your noodles today, and tomorrow's business might not be good either, but the world always has a way; it's just that the timing hasn't come yet."
Hearing Nezha's consolation, Ziya sighed and said, "I just don't know how much more suffering I'll have to endure before my luck turns around."
Nezha thought to himself that the suffering was self-inflicted.
