Lin Qiao glanced at the sky; there was still about an hour and a half until noon. She pondered for a moment and said, "Little Uncle, can you help me buy a chicken? Two or three pounds should be enough."
A banquet would definitely need dishes, and she seized the opportunity to sell more dishes.
Song Tingfan didn't ask any questions, threw away the grass, and ran off. After a few steps, he turned back, sheepishly and timidly saying, "Sister-in-law, I don't have that much money."
"Running so fast just now, I thought you had some, Little Uncle."
Lin Qiao didn't have any money on her; she took out the house key and handed it to him, adding, "The money is still in the usual place."
Song Tingfan nodded, then ran off with big strides and quickly reached home. As soon as he opened the courtyard gate, Lai Cai and Jinbao pounced on him, and he hurriedly waved them away.
