A young man going to the market with a bunch of old ladies… Li Ruhai was really something else.
But what really angered Zhao Youcai was that the one yuan he'd spent yesterday had gone to waste.
"Hey, Dayong!" Zhao Youcai suddenly spun around and called out to Li Dayong.
Li Dayong turned as well, looking at Zhao Youcai. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Zhao Youcai said, "It's not Sunday, so how come your Ruhai isn't at school?"
"What!" Li Dayong froze for a second before it dawned on him. He spun around and strode back toward his house, shouting as he went, "Xiaomei! Your son's fucking skipping school again!"
A smile crept onto Zhao Youcai's face when he heard this, but as he turned, he saw Wang Meilan standing not far behind him, staring at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Youcai gave an awkward laugh and quickly sidled up to Wang Meilan, smiling apologetically. "Honey, you should be resting inside. If there's any work to be done, just call for me."
