Huang's mother didn't agree. "Finding a husband like you is a blessing for a girl. Can't she even tolerate this much?"
"Mom, besides you, no one thinks your son is the best in the world. Take yourself as an example. Would you want Dad to be away all year round? You'd be sick and tired without someone to take care of you. Could you live like that? Even if you were given a lot of money, would you feel happy? See, Mom, my situation isn't as good as you think; I have many shortcomings too."
Huang's mother started to say something more, but when she saw the stern look on her husband's face, she fell silent. She was truly anxious. Her son's continued delays were not a solution. This time, as long as the girl was merely passable, she would accept it.
After dinner, the family sat around eating fruit. Huang Xiaojue remembered something, took a box from the pile he had brought back, and pulled an item out. "Mom, do you like this bag?"
