Mrs. Wu almost fainted from anger at Li Mingtan's words, "You're talking as if I haven't tasted good pastries before. Every time I go back to my parents' home, I eat these pastries casually. Since your mother wants to eat them, then let her have them.
However, I have something to tell you. We're out of money at home, and your father's medicine is also gone. Today is only the tenth, and it's still twenty days until you get your salary. What do you think we should do?"
"Aren't these things always your responsibility? Don't bother me with these matters!" Li Mingtan buried his head in the books, trying to avoid the issue.
"Yes, I manage these things, but the money I borrowed from my family some days ago is gone again. I'm too embarrassed to ask them again. You are the head of the family; you come up with a solution, okay?"
