Han Jiangxue watched as Ye Zhenzhen and An Xi, holding hands with the two kids, walked away, leaving her standing there for a moment, somewhat at a loss.
Shen Yibo tilted his little head back and asked, "Mom, are we still going to buy Rourou?"
Han Jiangxue clenched her teeth, "Yes!"
She was curious to see how Ye Zhenzhen would use those twenty-something yuan to make chicken soup.
Would she buy chicken butt to stew, or chicken feet!
The elder handed the bag with meat to Han Jiangxue, "Miss, that will be 25 yuan in total."
Han Jiangxue smiled apologetically to the old man, "Boss, but I only have 20 yuan..."
The smile on the elder's face stiffened, when he had seen Han Jiangxue borrow money, he thought she was just joking around, but he didn't expect she really didn't even have 25 yuan.
"You wait here."
