Yang Hongling took out two taels of silver from her purse and threw them over.""I want them all."
"Take it!"
The boss happily handed the shelf over, kept the silver, and jogged away, afraid that she would go back on her word.
"Do you like sour food that much?" Zhang Ronghua teased."
"Not really! Except for the candied haws, sugar was sweet to begin with. If the hawthorn was any sweeter, it would lose its original taste. It was better not to eat it."
He plucked a bunch and handed it over.
