As the last bit of twilight faded, Yang Fan returned home.
Carrying his bag of mushrooms into the kitchen, before he could even speak, he was met with a slap from Zhou Wenhui.
That slap left Yang Fan completely stiff.
He had only ever slapped women on the buttocks, and this was the first time he had been slapped there himself.
"Little Mother, what are you doing?" Yang Fan asked in shock.
Zhou Wenhui, wearing an apron and gripping a spatula in her right hand, glared at him and said, "You little rascal, you actually know how to come back home?"
"I was busy with important business," Yang Fan said weakly. "Big business that makes money, this trip could've made as much as several months' worth."