After Mrs. Yang left, Xiaoguo closed the door and returned to the kitchen to work on the mutton skewers.
"Mother, why did Aunt come over?"
Zhuang Zhuang thought that it was odd when he saw Mrs. Yang take the donkey.
Xiaoguo explained, "Aunt is driving to the county. She is helping me to buy some things."
"Buy what?"
Zhuang Zhuang asked curiously.
"Buy the herbs for making sour plum soup. When we eat mutton tomorrow, we can drink this soup. It's sour and sweet."
Zhuang Zhuang had never heard of sour plum soup, but he nodded happily. He was looking forward to the sweet and sour taste.
Just as Xiaoguo had expected, the two of them couldn't finish threading all the skewers even when Mrs. Yang returned at noon.
Xiaoguo washed away the oil on her hands before taking the herbs from Mrs. Yang.
Mrs. Yang wanted Xiaoguo to check if everything was there. Xiaoguo didn't even look at the herbs and went in to get the money.
