"What are you looking at?" Hu Xiaoqin asked as she walked over.
Xie Guimin didn't hide it and handed the receipt to Hu Xiaoqin.
Hu Xiaoqin noticed something was wrong as soon as she saw the numbers on the paper.
"Why are a few ounces missing? Did they add some for us?"
Faced with Hu Xiaoqin's question, Xie Guimin could only nod.
But this nod caused Hu Xiaoqin to scratch him immediately: "Look at you, what kind of behavior is this! We were just asking for a favor, and you ended up making us pay for it! How am I supposed to ask for help next time we run into someone?"
Xie Guimin's face was scratched so badly that several pustules burst.
But he still didn't dare to dodge, afraid that his pregnant wife would lose her balance and fall.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he grabbed Hu Xiaoqin's hand and explained, "Honey, I really didn't mean it. I was just thinking that if people helped me, they wouldn't take a kickback, so, so..."
I originally thought that it would be kind of him to bring me 22 cans of milk powder; the rest of the food was for him.
Hu Xiaoqin was a little exasperated: "Why didn't you say so earlier? If you hadn't explained it clearly, how would people have known? They would have thought that your scale was inaccurate and that you were short a few ounces!"
"How could that be?" Xie Guimin clearly didn't believe it.
Hu Xiaoqin pointed at Xie Guimin's forehead with exasperation: "Don't you think about it? You took 477.3 jin of grain to exchange for milk powder. Who wouldn't think you originally wanted to take 480 jin? You know, a box of milk powder has 12 cans, and two boxes would be exactly 24 cans, right?"
Xie Guimin was dejected. He sighed and said, "How was I supposed to know that a box of milk powder contains 12 cans? My Chenchen didn't drink milk powder when he was born!"
Xie Guimin wasn't intentionally trying to take advantage of this small amount. He was genuinely thinking of creating a loophole so someone could steal the entire can of grain. Or, even more ruthlessly, steal two cans.
In the end, we still don't understand Shen Yanming's character.
After venting her anger, Hu Xiaoqin felt much better. Pointing to the milk powder box on the ground, she said, "Remember, our scales aren't accurate. If you're short a few ounces, it's not because you deliberately didn't give us enough food."
Seeing that his wife was no longer angry, Xie Guimin quickly responded with two "hey, hey."
"Also, keep the matter of switching baby formula a secret for me, don't cause any trouble for the couple!"
"Yes, I know. I'll hide the milk powder in the cellar right now. Don't worry, no one but me will know it's been ingested." Xie Guimin finished speaking and picked up the box to leave.
Hu Xiaoqin stopped her: "Wait a minute, keep one can for Chenchen to supplement her nutrition. It's an extra gift from them anyway."
Xie Guimin frowned and asked, "Isn't this all formula milk powder for babies? Can Chenchen drink it? Besides, if Chenchen drinks it, what will our son drink?"
Hu Xiaoqin smiled and said, "Who says babies can't drink infant formula? They can still absorb the protein and calcium in it. I'll try to eat better later so that I have enough breast milk when I'm in postpartum confinement, and our son will drink fewer cans of formula."
Xie Guimin was pleased to hear this.
He thought to himself how wonderful his wife was, that she would think of his daughter when she had something good.
Although Xie Chenchen had never gone hungry, the farmer's limited knowledge meant he hadn't given her much good food.
Unexpectedly, after marrying Hu Xiaoqin, he didn't even mention Hu Xiaole, but said he would give his son Chenchen milk powder.
Xie Guimin happily replied, "Okay! Honey, don't worry, I'll definitely raise you to be plump and healthy! Um, I'll go to Aunt Qin's next door to buy a few chicks later. When they grow up, they can not only lay eggs, but we can also eat chicken."
From now on, you don't need to worry about feeding the chickens. Let Chenchen take Xiaole to the fields to pull weeds and catch bugs!
Hu Xiaoqin nodded, thinking to herself, "I can't even control you?"
As long as you treat Xie Chenchen well, Xie Guimin will repay you a hundred or eighty times over without her even having to mention it.
As for Xiao Le, when it comes to giving Chenchen a drink, how could he be left out?
hey-hey!
Let's not even talk about Xie Guimin and Hu Xiaoqin.
After returning home, Shen Yanming continued to cook the remaining strawberry jam with his wife, and then poured it into pre-sterilized glass jars while it was still hot.
As for what kind of bottles to put it in, that's quite particular.
For close relationships, use 340g glass bottles; for casual relationships, use 170g bottles.
After packaging the strawberry jam, Bi Qiaoan felt a pang of reluctance as she looked at the beautiful jars of jam.
"Honey, you have to make sure you tell them that you have to return the bottle after you finish eating. We can refill it for them next time we make something delicious."
Seeing her pained expression, Shen Yanming found it amusing, but still agreed.
Although there are many glass items in the space, it's impossible to keep up with this kind of consumption.
Although the glass factories outside are still producing, their production capacity is not as good as before the apocalypse, so sometimes we still have to save money.
After tidying up the kitchen, Shen Yanming said goodbye to Bi Qiaoan and left the space with the strawberry jam.
When he was walking under the blazing sun with his backpack on, he instinctively wanted to quit.
But the thought that someone couldn't even leave the house because of the boils on their body made him feel sympathy, which ultimately overcame his sentimentality, and he resolutely headed towards Meng Wu's dormitory.
When he knocked on the door, he saw a tall man who was shirtless, thin, haggard, and covered in boils and sores.
Even Shen Yanming, who was used to seeing pus-filled faces, was startled. He immediately shuddered and took a step back.
Only then did I realize how much harm my action had caused to the other person.
But he really didn't do it on purpose; it was just a stress reaction after seeing the other person.
Meng Wu wasn't annoyed; he'd seen this kind of action many times over.
Compared to others, Shen Yanming is better.
At least they didn't scream and shout like some people do: "Monster! Ugly monster!"
Shen Yanming, unaware of Meng Wu's thoughts, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Meng Wu, I just didn't realize it for a moment!"
Meng Wu shook his head: "It's nothing. What brings you here? Please come in and sit down..."
He paused, then said, "They're afraid of catching my virus, so they usually don't come inside."
Shen Yanming smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. Aren't we all just suffering from abscesses? Who can look down on whom? Would you mind inviting me in for a bit?"
Meng Wu smiled, stepped aside, and invited Shen Yanming in to sit down.
Shen Yanming followed him into the house, and closed the door, blocking the onlookers' gazes.
"I haven't been out for a long time, and there's nothing at home. Please forgive me for not being able to entertain you properly."
Although he invited the man into the house, Meng Wu did nothing but have Shen Yanming sit on a small stool.
It wasn't that he didn't want to serve tea and water, but rather that he was afraid of making the other person feel uncomfortable.
Shen Yanming didn't mind and chatted with the other party for a few minutes.
It turns out that Meng Wu had been taking care of himself during this period, and hadn't left the house for almost a month so as not to scare others.
Every day, a young soldier would come and bring him food.
Although they won't starve, they won't have enough to eat either.
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