"I'm not going, I'm not going." After Yan Wenhai got the refusal out the first time, it was easier to say it again. "Let your mom decide where she wants to go, just let her go..."
"You can think about it and say later if that's fine." Lin Xiumei glanced up at Yan Wenhai but didn't say more this time. For small matters, she could roll with whatever, and her family—husband and kids—usually followed her lead. But this was about her husband's work, and she knew her opinion wouldn't change much, nor was it her place to interfere in something like this.
"Alright, I'll think about it some more." Yan Wenhai looked at his wife, then at the two kids, and smiled. "Anyway, even if I don't work, I won't starve. Taking a break is fine, too."
