Yao Taohua was taken aback, and after glaring at him for a moment, she urgently took his hand and said, "Husband, I was just joking, wanting you to stand up for our business, to get our family business up and running. With our home in such hardship, how could I leave?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ming felt somewhat moved, and, touching the child's sleeping face, he said, "The illness has incapacitated Dad from managing the business, and I'm not cut out for trade. The way things are at home has indeed been hard on both you and our child."
Seeing that he no longer demanded she leave, Yao Taohua breathed a sigh of relief, but she looked down on this pathetic man even more.
Just then, a middle-aged woman came over with a half-grown child, pointing at the door of Zhang Ji's rice shop and saying, "Look, this is the one. Remember, if Mom tells you to buy rice, you must not come here to buy it again. Eating their rice can kill you, understand?"