Ye Yaodong gave his mother a look he could hardly put into words.
She knew too much!
But his wife granted his every request these days. Why would she refuse to give him money?
Her refusing him money was ancient history. That was last year... er... actually, it had only been before last year...
So it hadn't been that long?
He had thought his days as a good-for-nothing were long behind him.
Time passed so slowly. The New Year needed to hurry up and turn the page, so his parents would stop feeling as if his past were right before their eyes, barely behind him, and constantly bringing it up.
"Why does your memory have to be so good? You always bring up the last thing I want to hear. I'm the head of the family. Why wouldn't she give me money?"
"Head of the family or not, your pockets are still empty."
Ye Yaodong: "..."
Could she stop telling the truth? He felt thoroughly looked down on by his own mother.
He patted his pockets, wanting to argue, only to discover that he really had no money.
"Who goes out to sea with a pile of money in their pockets?"
Exactly! Who took wads of cash out to sea? Leaving it at home for his wife to look after was only right!
"Dad doesn't have any money in his pockets either."
"There you go, then. Suddenly saying all these nice things-you must want something. Trying to sweet-talk me into doing more work for you? Just like your dad."
Father Ye had come back before Ye Yaodong. He had just gone next door to borrow a knife and cutting board to help clean the fish, only to hear mother and son muttering about him.
"What am I like? What have