"Although Mom's cooking is delicious, the ones I buy are still more appealing."
As he spoke, Feng Ye pulled Chengfeng out of the bucket: "I bought this for you."
"Chengfeng? Why did you buy me such good cigarettes? I can just smoke leaf cigarettes."
This time, Feng Jiaqing didn't criticize Feng Ye for wasting money; instead, he happily accepted the money.
"When I make money, of course I'll take care of you. When I make a lot of money, I'll buy you some cigarettes."
"What kind of cigarette is Hua Zi? I've never heard of it."
Feng Ye rubbed his forehead.
Damn it, I wasn't paying attention and accidentally uttered a popular internet meme from later years.
"It's Zhonghua cigarettes."
"Zhonghua is Zhonghua, still Huazi. A pack of Zhonghua costs over a hundred yuan. You're willing to buy it, but I'm reluctant to smoke it."
Feng Ye's lips twitched; he knew this would happen.
Around seven o'clock, Xiao Chunxiu, Ye Qingling, Feng Xuan, and Du Guilan returned carrying buckets.
Their buckets were filled with cheap shellfish like clams.
That's how it is in the fishing village. Whenever they have free time, they take a bucket and go to the beach at low tide, and they always manage to catch something.
Feng Ye had no choice but to explain again, otherwise his mother would scold him again.
After giving Feng Xuan the 65 yuan that belonged to his elder brother, he picked up the bucket and went back to his room with Ye Qingling.
First, she presented the remaining money to Ye Qingling like a treasure, and then took out a red floral dress from the bucket.
"Honey, do you like it?"
Ye Qingling's eyes were full of joy, but she said, "You can just buy some fabric and make it yourself. Why waste money on ready-made clothes? Besides, I work every day, when do I have time to wear them?"
"Clothes are meant to be worn, why bother choosing when to buy them?"
Ye Qingling said coquettishly, "Who dresses this nicely when they're working?"
"We've already bought them."
"I'll let it go this time, but you're not allowed to buy it again next time."
After taking everything out of the bucket and handing it to Ye Qingling to put away, Feng Ye said, "Wife, you don't need to cook for me tonight. My brother and I will go to Brother Wen's house for dinner."
"Okay, come back soon, and don't drink so much."
"knew."
Feng Ye took out cigarettes and alcohol, called his elder brother, and hurriedly headed to Xiao Guowen's house.
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