But... these are things that Lao Bi Deng has to worry about, what does it have to do with Ruan Xianxian who's trying to get freebies?

After leaving the educated youth office, she looked up at the sky. It was getting late, so she gave up her plan to go shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative. She would continue to buy supplies tomorrow when she had some free time.

There's a big show about to unfold at home.

Having made up her mind, Ruan Xianxian arrived at the state-run restaurant and gave the saleswoman behind the window a sweet smile.

"Comrade, I'd like ten meat buns, five servings of braised pork, five servings of ribbonfish, one pound of rice, and one pound of mutton offal. Thank you!"

She took out several lunch boxes from her basket and gestured for herself to pack them up.

To everyone's surprise, the older woman rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "Where did this vixen come from?" Her face showed impatience, "You really think you can buy as much as you want? If you buy it all, what will the people who come after you eat?"

"Buy as many as you want?" Ruan Xianxian, grasping the key point, quickly thanked them and took out five more lunch boxes.

"Then I'd appreciate it if you could add 10 more steamed buns, 10 servings of mutton dumplings, and 2 bowls of beef noodles for me."

Auntie: ? ? ?

You can't understand human language, can you?

Just as he was about to kick her out, Ruan Xianxian objected, "You said you wanted to buy as much as you wanted. If you don't give it to us, we'll wait it out. We'll wait it out all day. If we get tired of waiting, I'll complain about you."

Amidst the angry glares and curses of the crowd, Ruan Xianxian, having achieved her goal, ate her meal in complete chaos, mainly because she couldn't understand human language.

After a satisfying meal, she rode her bike home. The two-story brick house was already filled with people; most of her children and grandchildren were home, except for those who were away on missions or had other commitments that prevented them from returning.

Pushing open the door, Ruan Xianxian, carrying a bell on her shoulder, squatted down and, facing the disdainful, disgusted, or amused gazes of the crowd, began to speak with a strong voice:

"Grandpa! Your granddaughter has come to bring you a clock!"