Early in the morning, Wang Cuihua awoke from a pleasant dream.
There was a loud noise in the courtyard.
She lifted the curtain to look out. It wasn't daybreak yet. Her good-for-nothing son, dressed in a green sweater and brandishing an axe, was cavorting around the courtyard.
Upon a closer look, he was chopping wood.
Wang Cuihua stormed over to him in a rage.
"What on earth are you doing so early in the morning?"
She suspected that the neighbours had also been woken up. They were probably cursing this boy under their breaths from the comfort of their beds.
Yu Jingting responded with a satisfied smile, clearly in a great mood.
Wang Cuihua broke out in goosebumps from his smile, rubbing her arms uneasily. What had come over her son? Why was he laughing so wildly?
Suizi came out holding a steaming bowl.
"Suizi, what's got into him?"
