The girls in the second residence were even worse off, they had never even tasted it.
Today, Zhang Guihua giving Jiang Mianmian a whole piece showed just how pleased she was.
The old lady's calculations were incredibly precise. If San Ya could top the class every semester, she could earn twenty yuan in scholarships a year.
Even if she only kept half, that was still ten yuan, nearly matching what an adult earned in two months' labor, and she wouldn't have to spend a penny!
The more the old lady thought about it, the happier she became, her gaze becoming increasingly affectionate. It made Jiang Mianmian feel goosebumps all over.
She wanted to say, "Grandma, please don't look at me like that, it's creepy."
But she was a child who respected her elders and simply said politely, "Thank you, Grandma."
Jiang Dashan, though he didn't say much, looked at Jiang Mianmian with a gentleness and satisfaction he had never shown even to his grandsons.
