Although it wasn't a large place, everywhere was delicately and elegantly arranged.
His wife was a person skilled at managing the household, keeping the home exceptionally tidy. Both of their children were outstanding, already settled and not needing his concern.
His wife had already prepared breakfast, and upon seeing him return she inquired, "Was there something wrong last night?"
"No."
Fu Leisheng sipped porridge and said, "Xiurong, these years following me, you've worked hard."
The wife sat beside him sideways, watching him eat and smiled, "What hardship? I merely manage our domestic affairs—your hard work is outside the home."
Fu Leisheng said, "Mingzhi and Zhiyuan are both married now, though they're nothing remarkable, they can at least support themselves. You haven't been home in a long time either. Why not go back, and burn some paper money for my parents and your parents? Last night, I dreamed they said they had no money to spend down there."
