On the way back, Hua Xiaomai had quietly calculated everything thoroughly. Despite feeling reluctant, deep down she understood that the business of selling bamboo shoots was likely doomed from the cradle. For this reason, upon hearing Hua Ermom's words, she didn't react violently, instead, she simply uttered a soft "hmm." But Hua Ermom misunderstood, thinking she was merely being resigned without the courage to confront her face-to-face, so she simply pulled her to sit down on the stone steps at the door, took her icy hands into her warm embrace, and said with heartfelt earnestness, "Little sister, it's not that I'm being unreasonable. I know you want to earn more money to support the family, but many things aren't that simple."
"I know, you don't need to say anymore," Hua Xiaomai smiled at her, trying to stand up.
"What do you know, can't you let me finish speaking?" Hua Ermom, strong as she was, nearly made her stumble with an outstretched arm, "This is no small matter!"
