"Put the ginger on the kitchen table." Qingyue went into the kitchen first, and Aunt Zhang put the ginger on the table, then handed her a cloth bag of flour.
Su Qingyue weighed it, "Aunt Zhang, it seems your flour is more than three jin, I think it's about three and a half."
"Oh my, the wife of the Xiao Family, your eyesight is so accurate." Aunt Zhang was surprised, "It is indeed three and a half jin. The extra half-jin is my gift to you."
"Aunt Zhang..."
"Half a jin of flour is just three cents and a half, it's not much. I know you have your pride, but just accept my little kindness."
"Alright..."
"It's getting late, poor thing, you haven't eaten dinner yet. Hurry up and cook."
"You just came back from the field to bring me ginger, you must not have eaten either. Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"
