In the evening, Chang Lian didn't see his father at dinner. "Mother, hasn't Dad come back yet?"
Zhulan placed the peeled shrimp meat into her younger son's bowl. "Your father is resting at the Ministry of Revenue and won't be coming back for the next few days."
Chang Lian thought about the end of the month when the Ministry of Revenue was indeed busy. After asking, he felt at ease.
Chang Zhong ate the shrimp meat. "Mother, I can peel them myself, you don't have to do it for me. Mother, you should eat as well."
Zhulan handed over the shrimp she had peeled to her son's mouth. "Mother knows you can peel, but I'm afraid you'll dirty your clothes."
The little guy was somewhat impatient, but being a child, he was yet to learn to control his emotions.
