"Then buy some malted milk to nourish the old man." The salesperson, who was obviously a hard worker, started selling to Zhu Qiqi right away.
"Our malted milk is of excellent quality. I have elderly people at home who have used it and they all say it is good. You won't suffer a loss or be cheated if you buy it. You will definitely be satisfied."
"Okay, then I'll have a can. How much is it?"
The salesperson pointed to the top shelf and said, "The malted milk is on the top shelf. It's 80 cents a can. You need a ticket."
Zhu Qiqi couldn't reach it even if she stood on tiptoe, but Song Mingming was taller, so he reached out and took a can.
"That's it."
Zhu Qiqi no longer felt sorry for the money, so he took out some banknotes from his bag and handed them over.
She looked at the heavy bag in her hands and felt more at ease.
"We haven't bought the children's things yet," Song Mingming reminded.
Zhu Qiqi slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my memory!"
They walked to the toy counter, and the dazzling array of toys dazzled Zhu Qiqi.
"How many children does Qingcheng have?" Zhu Qiqi turned and asked Song Mingming.
Song Mingming frowned: "It seems like there is only one, I'm not sure, it's a little girl."
"What should I do then?" Zhu Qiqi was a little troubled.
Seeing this, the salesperson came over and enthusiastically recommended: "Comrades, are you buying toys for your children?"
Zhu Qiqi didn't know much about these toys either, so she asked, adhering to the principle of asking the salesperson if she had any difficulties.
"Yes, comrade, please give me the recommendation."
"Boys generally like toy guns, car models and the like, while girls like dolls, skipping ropes and the like."
Zhu Qiqi and Song Mingming looked at each other, but still couldn't make up their minds.
"How about buying the same for both boys and girls?" Song Mingming suggested.
"That's fine, just to be safe." Zhu Qiqi nodded.
They finally chose a tin frog and a rag doll.
"Comrade, how much are these two?"
"The tin frog is one dollar and two cents, and the rag doll is one dollar and fifty cents."
Zhu Qiqi paid the money and put the toys into the cloth bag.
"Isn't that about right?"
Zhu Qiqi looked at the bulging cloth bag and breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Mingming nodded, "That should be enough, let's go back."
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