Song Yunuan pointed to another one, "This is for men, with a relatively large size. If you like it, I'll bring you two more in a few days."
Zhao Li hurriedly waved her hands: "No need, these two are enough. The male one will be for Uncle Zhao, and I'll wear the female one. They really look good."
"When the checkered skirt is ready, I'll bring one for Sister Zhao."
Zhao Li didn't mention money, as giving money would imply that Little Nuan was there to sell something.
Little Nuan wouldn't take it either.
This was different from flour; one couldn't buy flour even with money, as food was still scarce at the moment.
It wasn't until two years later that they could finally breathe easier.
