Facing Master Wu's words, his wife didn't respond but walked straight outside, picked up a dustpan, and deftly climbed up the bamboo ladder to gather radishes from the roof.
Master Wu sluggishly dressed himself and then turned to go have dinner. It was only when he saw the chicken egg placed in the noodle soup that his complexion finally improved.
After dinner, he threw the bowls and chopsticks onto the table, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked out.
At this moment, it was just dusk outside, the yellow sunset illuminated his face, making it look even more yellow.
A cool, crisp radish strip was thrown down from the roof, sliding down his neck into his collar. "Wash the dishes! What are you standing there for?"
"Ow, ow!" He fumbled inside his garment while he hurried toward the courtyard entrance.