"You're not allowed to sell your classmates' socks," Qin Jin cautioned once again.
Li Qiao had no escape: "I won't sell them, I won't. They're for personal use."
...
The two carried home their bags, big and small.
After distributing the takeout food, Qin Jin tried on the socks Li Qiao had bought, finding them to be the perfect size. He said, "They're mine now."
Li Qiao: "Didn't you just disagree with buying them?"
Qin Jin cleared his throat, hinting, "Hurry up and get ready for bed."
Li Qiao, ever the rebel, dawdled slowly. Unable to wait, he simply carried her off to wash up.
Li Qiao: "..."
...
The next day.
Li Qiao took out the vest he had bought for Old Mrs. Qin.
Old Mrs. Qin tried it on and was pleased: "It fits nicely." And it was warm, which warmed her heart as well. "When did you buy it?"
Li Qiao: "Last night while we were at the night market. The clothes seem a bit loose; adjusting them a bit will be perfect for keeping warm. Here are also ten pairs of socks."
