Huang's mother held out her open hand.
"Mom, what do you mean by that?"
Huang's mother glared at him. "Didn't you say you were going to be frugal? Fine. Where's this year's year-end bonus? Hand it over. I'll manage it for you so you don't squander it with your bad company."
Huang Xiaojue coughed dryly. That 50,000 yuan he had sent Yan Xixi last time was an advance on his year-end bonus. He had almost nothing left now, so how could he possibly hand anything over?
An idea struck him. He picked up a piece of rib and placed it in his mother's bowl. "Mom, eat the ribs quickly. They won't be good if they get cold."
"Stop that cheeky grin of yours. Where's the money?"
Huang Xiaojue gave Yan Xixi another piece of rib, very affectionately. "Xixi, you eat too. You need to eat more, put on some weight... I always ramble on about all sorts of things with my mom. Xixi, you'll get used to it."
