The children looked at her in surprise, thinking: Dad was right, Uncle Shi's house really does have good food!
Then they turned expectantly to their own dad:
"Dad, if we do this, will you pay us wages too?"
Both Old Zhu and Old Wu were dumbfounded.
Old Zhu's wife, however, slapped her thigh.
"As long as you do the chores as I ask every day, the wages are on me!"
Who knew!
The two little troublemakers at home are at the age where they're a nuisance, how much stress do they actually cause every day? If three dollars can make a kid stay calm and not mess around…
Old Zhu's wife thought to herself — only a fool would be stingy with money.
But Old Zhu, the head of the household, had different ideas.
"This won't do, the kids are still young, how can they have such thoughts? You're feeding them capitalist sugar-coated bullets."
"Wages for what?"
He glared at Da Mao and Er Mao:
