Old Zhao ended up cursing and grumbling as he got into the car late at night.
There was no helping it. Song Tan said what she would do, and wouldn't even give an egg after waiting all night—not even a tea egg—so stingy, really too stingy!
"Nephew, you tell me, with our relationship, would she go bankrupt just by having me stay for dinner?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, surrounded by the smell of fish, Old Zhao had actually lost his appetite, but he was still irritated—he had guzzled down two big cups of tea that evening, his stomach all prepared!
And what did he get? Not a single fish caught, not even a meal eaten.
The nephew was an honest man and recounted the situation completely, "But their family really was busy! With so many people buying fish, they had to clean up at home too. It's normal that they couldn't look after us!"
Busy as bees, weren't they?
