"Fine, I'll stop talking. Now do you understand what rural people are like? Shall I find a matchmaker and propose to the Li Family for you?"
"I don't want to get married yet. Even if I don't look down on rural people, I still wouldn't choose someone like Li Dongmei," Zhang Wenbin dropped these words and turned to enter the house.
Mrs. Zhang was so angry she was stomping her feet, "If you don't want to get married now, then when? Can't you see that at my age I still have to do the laundry and cook every day? Do you want to work me to death? You unfilial son..."
Lying exhausted on the bed and staring at the ceiling, Zhang Wenbin listened to his mother's roaring and somehow couldn't remember what his old life had been like.
Back then, his mother was always kind and gentle, constantly worrying if he was full or warm, it was meticulous care.
She would prepare a table full of delicious food for his birthday, and when he was busy with work, she would bring him a bowl of chicken soup.
