In the morning, he got up, took a cold water and drank it. Then, took two wolf heads and ate a plate of cold sauerkraut.
The wife is asleep in bed, and her son is making a small squeak, everything is quiet. The son was born only a few months, loves to quarrel, crying at night, crying that he and his wife can not sleep. The wife is distressed by him. He is afraid that he will go down to the mine during the day and not enough to sleep at night. He will hold the child alone and go to the outer house separated by a curtain. Until the son did not quarrel, the wife quietly went to bed, this time the chicken has been called again.
With a sly, every morning, he will be light-handed, try not to quarrel with his wife – he has nothing else to give to his wife, the only thing that can be given is only one heart. After breakfast, he gently lifted the curtain and listened to the sound of his son’s milky breath. A sense of happiness spread throughout his body. He quietly opened his quilt and kissed his son’s petal lips. The wife opened her eyes and stared at him and said, “Go and buy a bowl of soy milk, don’t save money.” He nodded. After the wife came to the mine with him, once he bought a few fritters and a bag of soy milk, he took it back and let his wife taste it. From then on, the wife remembered that soy milk is the best drink. Every time, when he goes to work, she always swears like this. However, he has always been reluctant to buy a bowl of soy milk, 5 cents a bowl of soy milk, not as good as a few mouthfuls of water to quench their thirst.