The Zhou family—Zhulan had already prepared a medicinal bath. When Zhou Shuren came back, he went straight into the bathroom, soaked in comfort, and came out to his wife giving him a massage, feeling as though all his aches were gone.
Zhulan asked, "Is there morning court tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow's court session will proceed as usual. The Emperor will speak on frugality."
Zhulan gestured for Shuren to raise his arm and applied a little more pressure as she said, "What do you think our meal standards should be set at?"
"The children's nutrition should be ensured. Other than breakfast, two dishes and one soup per day will suffice. What do you think?"
"Fine."
Zhou Shuren said, "Last night, I dreamt of our son. That rascal cried and said how much he missed me. During the New Year, he wrote asking me to save his red envelope for him. I've been holding onto it all this time."
"Judging by the days, he should have set out already. In a few days, you'll see your precious son."
