Knowing her personality, her aunt didn't refuse. "Okay, let's go together then. You can help me wash the sweet potatoes."
"good."
That evening, Jiang Wanying had dinner at the Sang family's house, helped wash the dishes, and then went home with a smile on her face.
Standing at the door, she saw her house was completely dark. Her eyes drooped, she sighed softly, and then went home.
Meanwhile, Aunt and Bu Ling were also discussing Jiang Wanying.
"Xiao Jiang isn't a bad person, it's just that because of her health, she's hardly ever left home since she was little, which has led to her having this kind of personality." Auntie helped Xiao Xingxing stand in the basin of water.
Bling used a soft towel to wash her body: "I can tell."
"Oh, he's a clever child, but his health is holding him back." Auntie changed Little Star's position.
"Did Brother Xie mention asking Uncle Yu to take a look at her? To give her some treatment?" Bu Ling finally wiped the child's head with a damp towel. "All done!"
Auntie picked up Little Star by pinching him under her armpits, and Buling wrapped a soft towel around him and picked him up as well.
Aunt stood up, and the two went back into the house. They dried Little Star and dressed her in clean clothes. "Our Little Star is so cute."
Comrade Buling's biological mother must be very proud; how could her daughter not be beautiful!
"Lingling, I'll go to the department store tomorrow and buy some fabric to make some pretty little dresses for our little star. It's getting cold the day before tomorrow, and it'll be too late if we don't make them soon." Auntie looked at the little girl with rosy cheeks, her heart filled with joy.
"Okay, I'll get you the money and coupons." Buling put her eldest daughter on the kang (a heated brick bed) and let her play by herself.
He took the metal box containing the tickets from the bedside table, and just as he was about to open it, he seemed to remember something and handed the box directly to his aunt: "Aunt, these are all the tickets we have. Use them as you see fit."
“I have a ticket, I don’t need yours. This is a gift from my grandmother to our little star.” Aunt pushed the tin box back and played with the rattle drum to amuse the little star.
Ignoring her refusal, Bu Ling stuffed the box directly into her pocket: "Aunt, please take this. It'll be useful in case of any emergencies. Our family will be relying on you from now on." She smiled sweetly and obediently.
“Sangshen and I are still young, and we still have a lot to learn from you about managing the household.” She mainly thought it was too much trouble.
Aunt Sang couldn't refuse, so she had to accept it, but she also made up her mind not to touch the tickets inside unless absolutely necessary.
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