The late-night call indeed affected Mother Zhang's mood. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well. Finally, when she heard the rooster crow from the village, she got up all of a sudden.
Mr. Zhang, lying by her side, groggily heard the commotion and thought his wife was going to the toilet. It wasn't until she lit the oil lamp and reached under the pillow for her watch that he woke up fully.
"It's not daylight yet. Go back to sleep."
"You sleep. I'm going to find my son."
"Find our son..." Mr. Zhang shivered, and now he was awake. "You, this old lady, didn't I tell you that Xiao Wu is busy teaching our grandson?"
Mother Zhang rolled her eyes, "I know. I'm hungry and going to have breakfast." Saying so, she changed into her outside clothes and left. She was just this headstrong, so what?
