The cicadas keep chirping in the scorching summer, especially in the sultry afternoons when the mother and her four children squeeze into the pharmacy to work, inevitably getting soaked through.
"Alright, you all go sleep for a bit, leave this to Mom."
May 1st immediately shook his head, "Letting you busy yourself here alone while we, your sons, go rest, is too unfilial. No way, just thinking about how hard my mom works makes my heart ache."
Zhou Jiao chuckled at her youngest son who was all talk, "Really not going? You're working for free without earning money, you know."
"What can I do, being your son isn't easy. Being a dutiful son especially to a spendthrift mother is even harder."
Zhou Jiao laughed threateningly, "Spendthrift?"
"Hehe, just a slip of the tongue. Mom, who are you, standing tall in ideals, serving the people genuinely not just in words, I've always been proud of you."
Ping'an chimed in from the side, "What's the real cost, how much in labor fees?"
