Zhuang Zhixi took a bite of the spoiled melon, and on his way home from work, he felt an overwhelming urge to return quickly.
Really, knowing something but not being able to talk about it was too stifling. Zhuang Zhixi couldn't wait to get home. At this moment, only going home to chat with his wife while cracking sunflower seeds could help him vent properly.
He strolled home, but Ming Mei hadn't returned from work yet. He sighed, "Why isn't my wife back yet?"
Zhao Guihua and the others had already dispersed, each heading home to cook. She glanced at her son and said, "Her workplace is farther than yours. Meanwhile, how come you're back so early?"
Even though three members of the Zhuang family worked at the same factory, they rarely commuted together. They usually went their separate ways. However, Zhuang Zhixi was almost always the first to return. She gave him another look and said, "Judging by your expression, did you find out something again?"
