When Xu Nuo returned to the Chang family home, Wang Ting had been waiting for her for a long time.

Pan Yinhua was always generous, and since Wang Ting was also an educated youth, she brought out some dried sweet potatoes from her home to entertain the guests.

Pan Yinhua said, "Wang, the educated youth, doesn't have anything good at home. He just has some dried sweet potatoes to chew on to pass the time."

Wang Ting didn't stand on ceremony, thanked them, and started eating.

Shen Cuiping watched, her heart filled with rage. She felt that her mother-in-law was putting on a show, not even having enough to eat at home, yet she was giving it to others.

She sat down next to me without any hesitation, reached out and pulled the bag of dried sweet potatoes toward herself. She looked around and picked out the biggest and thickest piece to eat, saying as she ate, "Oh my, these dried sweet potatoes are a real treat. We usually can't bear to eat them, and we only eat one piece each time to satisfy our cravings."

Pan Yinhua glared at Shen Cuiping, feeling both helpless and annoyed by her attitude.

But she's still her eldest son's wife, family, so she can't really scold her.

Wang Ting finished chewing her food in two bites, seemingly not understanding the implied meaning in Shen Cuiping's words, and nodded, saying, "Yes, I rarely eat this dried sweet potato, it's really delicious."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took another piece.

Shen Cuiping felt as if a piece of her own flesh had been cut off, and she cursed Wang Ting, who was so ungrateful, to death in her heart.

Afraid that Wang Ting would eat her dried sweet potatoes again, she made conversation by asking, "What brings you here today, Teacher Xu?"

Wang Ting said while chewing, "I've come to buy some moisturizing oil from Comrade Xu."

Shen Cuiping's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "What kind of moisturizing oil?"

"Her great-aunt brought it from Shanghai; it cost four yuan a bottle, and she said applying it could..."

"What? Four yuan a bottle? Is she robbing me?"

Before Wang Ting could finish speaking, Shen Cuiping started shouting loudly. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was downturned, and she looked as ugly as a featherless duck.

Pan Yinhua was also surprised.

What does four yuan mean? Ordinary rural people only earn six or seven yuan a year, but Xu Nuo sells a bottle of moisturizing oil for four yuan.

These educated youths are really rich.

Wang Ting nodded: "Yes, I also think it's very expensive, but Comrade Xu said it works well, so I'll give it a try."

She tried her best to speak casually, creating the illusion that she didn't care much about four yuan.

Even Wang Ting didn't quite understand why she did this.

Perhaps the more people lack something, the more they will try to hide it.

As a result, it was superfluous and backfired.

Shen Cuiping, being rather dim-witted, blurted out, "Comrade Wang, weren't you so stingy that you wouldn't even spend five cents? How come you're suddenly so rich?"

Once, when everyone was riding a tractor into town, Wang Ting immediately refused to ride with them when she heard that she would have to pay extra. She insisted on walking instead. Lu Xueyun, thinking that she was wasting time, paid the five cents for her.

Shen Cuiping remembered this matter very well. When she was chatting with other women, she brought it up once or twice, saying that Wang Ting was stingy and liked to take advantage of others.

Wang Ting's eyes flickered, and she said, "My dad sent me money."

She reached for the dried sweet potato, but Shen Cuiping swiftly blocked her, grabbing Wang Ting's hand and asking with feigned curiosity, "Hey, Comrade Wang, is that oil you mentioned really that good?"

Wang Ting suddenly sniffed: "Sister-in-law Zigeng, what do you smell like? It smells so good."

Wang Ting felt the taste was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.