The next day, Li Er barely managed a few sweeps with the broom before he became increasingly frustrated. Was this washing, scrubbing, and sweeping really a man's work?
In the end, he threw the broom aside, needing to get out for a walk, or he felt he might explode.
Gua Po Niang!
"Li Er, what are you thinking about? I've been calling you for ages and you haven't responded!" Shi Dan clapped Li Er on the shoulder.
Li Er suddenly remembered that Shi Dan's wife was also in the embroidery room, so he complained a bit.
But for fear of losing face, he didn't go into too much detail.
"My wife has gone to the embroidery room, and it feels different than before."
Shi Dan could relate deeply, "My wife says that a home isn't just one person's responsibility, and that she shouldn't be the only one doing chores. You tell me, in the dead of winter, isn't every other man just eating, drinking, and watching people play cards?"
It had become especially noticeable over these past few days.