"How can that be okay? That's seriously lacking in nutrition," Old Mrs. Qin disagreed.
Li Qiao: "Mixing in some corn makes the nutrition more balanced, so it's settled," she said, showing off the money she earned. "I sold the woven vase and pen holder for one dollar and ninety cents."
Old Mrs. Qin praised her, "That's impressive. I didn't want to sell them when I was looking at them; others must really like them."
Li Qiao chuckled.
In private, she set aside her vegetable coupon money for next week and handed the rest to Qin Jin: "Don't you dare buy cigarettes, remember to find time to take Grandma to get glasses."
Qin Jin's expression became slightly displeased, "Buy cigarettes? Hasn't she noticed I quit? Doesn't she care at all?" His tone turned cold, "Keep the money for yourself and buy some meat to eat. You've gotten so thin; even your chin is pointed. What if next time you go back to your parents' home, they say I've mistreated you?"
