When Song got up, they had already finished exercising and were preparing to eat.
Why didn't you wake me up when you got up?
"You're snoring so loudly, but you're sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you."
Song wanted to scratch Zhao Dashu a few times. She wasn't snoring, so why was he talking nonsense in front of so many people?
"I don't snore?"
"Yes, yes, you don't snore, so it's me who snores, right?"
Song turned her face away angrily and refused to speak to Zhao Dashu again.
Zhao Dashu couldn't understand what his wife was angry about. It's not normal for someone who's drunk and tired to snore; he snores every day and never cares.
Zhao Xiaoyu just loved watching her father act recklessly; it seemed he had forgotten about being kicked out of the house in the prefectural city.
My mother is a very reserved person, and she's also very concerned about saving face.
These past two years, because her family has spoiled her, she's actually been a little temperamental. How could a woman who cares about her image be happy when her man talks about bedroom matters, even something as simple as a little snoring? It's just a pity that her father doesn't seem to know what she's angry about.
Zhao Xiaoyu glanced at her mother. Someone once said that sophisticated women even hide their farts from their men.
So, I'm also going for a more refined look?
After eating and drinking his fill, Zhao Dashu went to attend to his own important business, which was to go and warn his mother to behave herself.
The old man carried a roast chicken, a braised pork knuckle, a basket of steamed buns, and a pot of wine up the mountain.
While I'm in the village this year, I'll go up the mountain more often to see my children and wife, and bring them some good food.
"Grandma, the Third Master has arrived."
Old Mrs. Sun was all smiles. She had waited all day yesterday but hadn't seen him. She thought her son had forgotten about her and was planning to send someone to call him later.
"Third son, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you since yesterday."
Zhao Dashu really wanted to ask his mother why she was waiting for him. Couldn't she just have some peace and quiet? What was she doing?
"Mother, did you need something from me?"
Old Mrs. Sun felt aggrieved thinking about her miserable life. "I want to discuss something with you."
Zhao Dashu sat on the stool that Huang had brought for him, crossing his legs.
"All of you, get out."
The three servants left quickly without saying a word to Old Madam Sun.
Old Mrs. Sun blinked, her swollen old eyes feeling that something was wrong with her youngest son today. Why did it feel like he had reverted to his old ways?
At this moment, Zhao Dashu was much like his previous unruly and disobedient self.
No, she must be overthinking it. Her youngest son is a scholar now, no longer the little rascal he used to be. Just the thought of him crossing his legs makes her so nervous.
"Speak."
"Mother..." Old Madam Sun unconsciously swallowed, feeling a little guilty.
"Mother wants to go live with you in the prefectural city. I'm so bored in the village. I want to be with you, so the whole family can be together and have fun. What do you say?"
Her brown eyes were full of hope; she really wanted to go to the prefectural city, even if she couldn't walk there.
Everyone says it's a bustling and prosperous place, but she can't figure out exactly how bustling it is.
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