Seeing Qiao Xiaomai's audacity, Tong Sanlang lowered his eyes, his long, dark eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.
The girl in front of him used to always look down, her eyes numb and spiritless, her originally captivating peach blossom-like eyes devoid of any vitality. She was slightly hunched, silent, and even somewhat timid.
Now, she always stands up straight, the pair of moist peach blossom eyes exuding the expected brightness, and her small face always bears a confident expression.
Like now, she who originally didn't intend to buy wheat, is prepared to buy it, having seen Qiao Changshun's agitation, she even talks about hiring someone.
The contrast between her grand gestures now and her past frugality — begrudging even a penny as if wishing to split it in half — is truly like night and day.
Even if it's due to Zhuang Luhe not being here, and her having to support the family reluctantly, the frugality cultivated due to poverty should still be present.
