"Five, ten… counting my fortune."
Wang Cuihua pulled the curtain and crossed her legs as she sat on the couch, counting money.
"Jiaojiao, mama needs a glass of water. Ai Ma, my throat's burning!" Business was booming, and it was taking a toll on her throat.
"Mama, I think what's really burning is not your throat, but the laughter blooming on your face, huh?"
Jiaojiao carried water over, the shining expression on her mama's face as she counted the money was almost blinding the girl.
How could Wang Cuihua not be happy? These few days around the New Year, she made a little extra cash from all the business they had, all thanks to the many spectators who came by.
Other people had to pay when their houses caught fire, but her family earned so much it felt as if they were flying.
"Why does this water taste so sweet?"
Suizi carried a plate of finely cut turnips. During winter, everybody enjoyed gnawing on turnips as if they were fruit.
