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Even though I’m married to your daughter, I enjoy being with you more. They say the older the berry, the sweeter the juice. Of course, I’m better than her. Sometimes I wish I were the one married to you, not my daughter. I feel like she doesn’t really know how to keep a man or nurture a man. You are more of a woman than she is, and I want to be with you always. I don’t want to spend the few free hours we have talking about my wife. Let’s get lunch and go home.
Yes, of course.
Okay, sir. You wanted chicken soup, and your mother wanted rice and stew.
Who are you calling his mother? Is something wrong with you? Face your work and stop flirting with my man.
That girl knew exactly what she was doing by calling me your mother. What insolence.
Bonita, calm down. Okay, forget about it.
Okay, Mommy, what kept you and Fei so long? I even fell asleep waiting for both of you.
My daughter, you know we had to get those herbs and products from Mama Nkemchi. Plus, traffic was terrible. And Fei said he had to shower. The poor boy drove so well today. He’s a good driver, and you are such a lucky wife. Please treat him well.
Okay. Yes, Fei is such a nice man. I’m really lucky, Mommy.
Darling, I missed you today. You and my mom took so long at the market. What happened?
What do you mean, what happened? Weren’t you the one who wanted those herbs so badly? So why are you questioning me?
Okay, you don’t have to bite my head off over it. I only asked a question, please.
Well, the question was silly. I’m too tired for this. I’m going to sleep.
Fei makes me feel alive. I don’t mind being in the shadows because I’m still enjoying all the benefits.
Let’s hurry to the market and make the soup your husband likes. There isn’t any more foodstuff.
Is that what you want to wear to the market? Isn’t that skirt too short?
And whose business is that? Like they say, if you have it, flaunt it. I have beautiful legs, so I’m going to show them off. Or are you saying I’m too old?