"What are you two doing sitting on top of the hay stack?"
Li Qiao turned her face to the side with a smile, "Chunhua, Feng Hu, hello. Where are you two off to?"
Peng Chunhua boasted, "Aren't we closing the books today? We got quite a surplus, so Mom said to buy some white flour and meat to make steamed pork buns. It's almost New Year's, aren't you making something nice to eat?"
"We've got some at home. Started preparing the dough last night."
Qin Jin: "...." He had just learned from his grandmother her analysis of the team leader's personality and had heard her arguing with Cai Hechuan, thinking she wasn't dumb, but how quickly had she played the fool again?
Wasn't it common knowledge not to flaunt one's wealth?
