The young man couldn't hide his thoughts. After being praised by Madam Tingfan, his cheeks flushed. "When we get home, I'll make more. We can still sell for a few more days."
Although today wasn't as good for selling, some people still bought, earning a bit of silver.
Throughout the year, what children loved most was the New Year, and although the antagonist wouldn't say it, Lin Qiao knew he was quite happy.
She shook her head with a teasing tone, "No more making, let's buy some things later. I'll make you something delicious, guaranteed you haven't tried it."
She paused, blinked her eyes, and said, "Our family also needs to celebrate the New Year."
The words "our family" warmed Song Tingfan's heart.
He has a family, a sister-in-law, and grandparents.
He nodded obediently, "Okay."
There weren't many people selling vegetables today, so Lin Qiao weighed some lamb, twenty cents per pound, and bought about two pounds.
Lin Qiao put it in her basket, "Uncle, let's go back..."
