Chapter 97 Butcher Yu
Mo Xiaoqiang, who had dashed out from home early in the morning, thought surely Auntie Sun had gone to find Butcher Yu to retrieve some money, but he didn't know which village Butcher Yu lived in. All he knew from Auntie Sun was that it was in the neighboring village, so off he went, asking around haphazardly in the next village, asking whoever he met whether they knew Butcher Yu. The passersby all shook their heads.
It wasn't until evening, both hungry and tired, that he finally exhaustedly returned home.
No sooner had he sat down and wolfed down his dinner, than Auntie Sun returned, her face clouded with dejection.
"My dear, where have you been? You've had me worried sick, I've been searching for you all day." The moment Auntie Sun came back, Mo Xiaoqiang threw his chopsticks and bowl onto the table and hurried up to ask.
Auntie Sun hung her head low, limp as a frostbitten eggplant, and said wearily, "Husband, I'm tired, I want to go rest in my room for a bit."