When Yuan Si got home, she noticed the atmosphere was a little different. Her mother, who was usually never without a stalk of straw in her hands to weave, wasn't braiding anything. Instead, she was just sitting there, one moment pursing her lips in a happy smile, the next frowning as if something was troubling her.
As for Li Mubo, Yuan Si didn't even bother. It was pointless. In this house, all you had to do was watch her mother.
"Mom, what's wrong? Did someone upset you?" Yuan Si asked with concern.
Her mother jumped. "You're back! Have you eaten?"
"What time do you think it is? Mom, what's gotten into you?" Yuan Si was now certain something was up. It was only three or four in the afternoon—what meal would she be eating?
