"Little rascal," Mom scolded with a laugh, "now that I know you're capable, but I'm not bedridden yet, and I don't need you to provide for me. Keeping busy with work is good for me; if I just stayed at home all day, wouldn't I become sick from boredom? You focus on your business, I'll take care of my work—it's what I'm used to, so don't you worry about me. When you have kids in the future, I'll quit my job and stay home to take care of them, but right now, things are just fine as they are."
"Well... okay then," Wang Hao thought for a moment, then nodded, "Keep at it for now, but let me make it clear—if you're being mistreated at the restaurant, then quit. We don't need that little bit of money."
"Smarty-pants, I know you're worried about Mom," she pinched Wang Hao's arm hard, "just go ahead and start your business, and don't worry about your dad and me."
