Facing Master Wu's words, his wife ignored him, went straight outside, grabbed a winnowing basket, and nimbly climbed up to the roof on the bamboo ladder to collect radishes.
Master Wu dawdled as he got dressed, then turned to go eat dinner. When he saw that egg floating in the noodle soup, his face finally brightened a little.
After dinner, he tossed his bowl and chopsticks onto the table, put his hands behind his back, and walked out.
It was just dusk outside, the yellow sunlight shining on his face, making it look even more sallow.
A chilly white radish strip tumbled down from the roof, slid right down the back of his neck. "Do the dishes! What are you standing there for?"
"Ow, ow!" He fished inside his clothes while charging out of the yard.
He walked all the way to the left side of the Bai Family Ancestral Hall and snorted toward his house. "Hmph! The sages really weren't wrong—nothing harder to raise than women and petty men~"
