Zhou He's mom was exposed by her daughter, and she felt a little awkward. Unhappy, she said, "What, am I not allowed to come see you? On the day you returned, you guys just ate and rushed off, barely said a few words."
"Mom, wasn't it because we were busy?" Zhou He explained.
"Then tell me, how much do you guys actually make?" Zhou He's mom asked again.
"Not much." Zhou He was vague, not willing to talk about how much money they earned, not even to her own mom.
Especially since, if her mom knew, her dad would know too.
If her dad found out, would she ever have a peaceful day again?
Zhou He had always held a grudge against her dad for trying to marry her off to Old Luo—she was still hurt by it.
"Not much is how much, you silly girl, I'm your mother," said Zhou He's mom, feeling awkward for asking at first, but seeing Zhou He's attitude made her mad. She raised her hand and knocked Zhou He, saying, "I can't even ask you?"
