"Why don't you let me go with you, Mom? Can you really handle this on your own?" Although Xia Yuhe had promised to support her daughter unconditionally, she still felt like she’d been struck by lightning when Sheng Xia announced she was going out this month to set up a stall for cotton fluffing.
It wasn't just any work; there were easier, more profitable stalls she could have run—like selling grilled skewers—but she insisted on doing the manual labor of fluffing cotton.
Xia Yuhe felt she was truly getting old. She simply couldn't fathom her daughter's way of thinking.
Chapter 43