An old neighborhood.
Zhao Ban returned home and shouted loudly, "Old woman, is the food ready yet? Are you trying to starve me to death?"
The woman he referred to as "old woman" had half-gray hair and looked older than she was.
Mrs. Zhao silently brought out a plate of greens and a bowl of peanuts.
Seeing these, Zhao Ban directly threw the remote control in his hand.
"Are you treating me like a beggar? Go, buy me some roasted duck and a case of beer!"
Mrs. Zhao wiped her apron and hesitantly said, "We have no money left at home."
Zhao Ban cursed and took out a bill, throwing it over.
"Hurry up and go!"
Mrs. Zhao picked up the money, hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Did you go out again..."
The man squinted with a fierce look.
Mrs. Zhao eventually said nothing and left the house.
As soon as she left, Zhao Ban couldn't help but kick the coffee table.
"Damn, I've had such bad luck recently!"
