While Zhang Hongmei was muttering to herself, Wang Xiaolong had already returned home.
Originally, he had intended to eat before selling herbs, but upon entering the kitchen, he realized there was no rice in the bucket and no water in the jar.
Plus, having worked all morning, he was too lazy to go shopping and hopped directly onto his electric tricycle, speeding off toward the town.
At noon, the relentless sun blazed down mercilessly, soaking Wang Xiaolong in sweat and leaving him both hungry and thirsty.
"After working half a day, coming home to not even a grain of rice or a drop of water, this must be the misery of being a bachelor!"
At that moment, he suddenly considered the idea of finding a wife.
But when he thought of his own circumstances, he couldn't help but smirk.
Nowadays, getting a wife would cost at least a hundred or two hundred thousand.
