Daji whispered from behind, "Rongrong, why hasn't Xiao Hu come back yet?"
"I guess that woman surnamed Chu has probably run out of sugar tickets," Dashun said with schadenfreude.
They were squatting not far from the supply and marketing cooperative.
Chu Ying squatted in front of Xiao Hu, stuffing sugar cubes into his pocket and instructing him, "Auntie has used up all her sugar tickets for this year, but Auntie will find a way. You must also keep the promise you made to Auntie, okay?"
"Don't worry, Aunt Chu, I, Li Mingguang, guarantee I will take good care of He Xuerong," Li Mingguang patted his chest to assure her, but there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He had thought this extravagant Aunt Chu had a lot of good stuff, but as it turned out, she ran out of both sugar and pastry tickets.
He smiled sweetly, "Aunt Chu, I'm going to find Rongrong now."
