From the "three turns and one ring" to White Rabbit milk candy and pastries, these are the things that keep the store looking good now and have lasted for many years, and then came the betrothal gift.
However, Yan Bugui knew that even if he suffered a loss, it was difficult to explain the matter. Did the other party give him candy?
Gave it to me!
Is it the kind of candy that can’t be bought outside?
Yes!
Did anyone mention there are candy wrappers?
I didn't say it, and you didn't ask.
Moreover, Yan Bugui was more cunning. He said, "What are you settling? This is not called cheating. You showed off the milk candy that has not been put on the market. If you are reported, will you still get married? That's it. You should talk to Yu Li's family nicely. Don't make it public. Just talk to a few families you have good relations with. Why are you going to make trouble with Zeng Wangcai now? Will I go fishing with him tomorrow?
"As long as he teaches me a little bit, I can catch a fish weighing seven or eight kilograms, and everything will be enough!"
"Yes, yes, yes, listen to your father!" The third aunt quickly agreed.
Yan Jiecheng has always been timid and weak, otherwise he would not have been so suppressed by Yu Li after marriage. When he heard about the report, he immediately became scared.
Opposite the Yan family, Zeng Wangcai has told his father everything.
"Whether it's a profit or a loss depends on what Uncle Three thinks." Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "Anyway, this is just a reminder for him to be more relaxed in the future."
"He won't come over to quarrel with us, will he?" Chen Yumei said, holding a tin kettle and placing it on the stove.
"No, probably not, unless he doesn't go fishing with me tomorrow." Zeng Wangcai took everything into account.
The question of whether it is a loss or a profit, as Zeng Wangcai said, depends on how you look at it. Anyway, for Zeng Wangcai, it is not a loss. A pound of White Rabbit milk candy costs five yuan, and the five yuan now is not the five yuan in the future.
As for Yan Bugui, apart from not being able to show off openly, there is nothing else.
"Mom, what are you doing? What are you looking for?" Zeng Wangcai asked his mother who was rummaging through the drawers.
"It's going to be a hot day tomorrow, so I'll cook something for you. Hey... Dad, where's the brown sugar that the eldest brother brought back? Did you drink it or give it away as a gift?"
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