As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
"You like black puppies?"
Aunt Yu Cui was extremely surprised.
In her opinion, girls should like white the most, and she was already prepared to choose the white puppy.
Liu Xiuying, who had just returned from the restroom, overheard her words.
Equally surprised, "Jingyu, why don't you want a little white dog? It's so cute! Pure white is like snow in winter, so adorable and beautiful."
No, I prefer black.
Lin Jingyu squatted down and gently stroked the black puppy.
The little black dog didn't dodge her hand; it raised its head and looked her over carefully.
Then it sniffed her scent with its little nose, as if trying to remember her.
Seeing how intelligent the little black dog was, Lin Jingyu liked it even more.
He reached out and scooped it up, holding it in his arms. "Auntie, I'll buy it."
He casually took out a dollar and handed it to her, saying, "Auntie, this is my little black cake's weaning fee."
"Too many."
Seeing how generous she was, Aunt Yu Cui shook her head and refused, "Give me five cents, a little puppy isn't worth much."
"I've seen people complain about not having enough money, but I've never seen anyone complain about having too much money."
Lin Jingyu stuffed the money directly into her hand and said with a smile, "Auntie, don't refuse yet. I need Xiuying to accompany me up the mountain to cut bamboo poles. The beans I planted have grown vines and I need bamboo poles to build a trellis for them."
I definitely can't handle this alone, that's why I'm asking you for help.
"Just ask her to go."
Aunt Yu Cui tried to put the money back to her, saying, "There's not much to do at home, it's fine as long as she's willing to go with you."