Xiaohua smiled widely, and her nose started to bubble up from the snot she had just cried. She stretched out her little hand to grab it, "I want it, I want it."
Xingxing put the hat behind her and said, "My mother bought this hat for my sister for five dollars, and it accompanied us on the train all the way. If you insist, you can give my sister ten dollars."
Zhou Sese curled her lips.
When Xiaohua heard this, she quickly looked at her mother and said, "Mom, please give me the money."
Lu Xiuer: “…”
A hat costs ten dollars, even robbers wouldn’t dare to buy it!
She slapped Xiaohua on the back of the head. "You have a hat, so why do you need your sister's hat? Do you think everyone is a young lady and can afford a ten-dollar hat? Eat noodles!"
Xingxing took the hat back, put it back on her sister's head, and straightened it.
Zhou Sese lowered the corners of her lips and touched her son's little head.
Awesome!
He is worthy of being her son.
The family huddled on the kang and ate noodles. Xiaohua watched as Diandian held a small handkerchief in one hand and wiped her mouth with it after each mouthful of noodles. "Mom, I want a handkerchief to wipe my mouth too," she said.
Lu Xiuer said casually, "Just wipe it with your sleeve, it's okay, don't be picky."
Ate noodles.
Dahua shyly ran to Zhou Sese and said, "Aunt San, can I take Xingxing and Diandian out to play? Let's play in the snow at the door."
Nodding eagerly, he looked at Zhou Sese, who smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Dahua took her younger brothers and sisters out to play.
The old woman began to interrogate Chen Lie again, "How much can you make in a month?"
Sheng Yingying interrupted, "About thirty yuan."
The old woman glared at her daughter and said, "I didn't ask you anything, so shut up."
Chen Lie smiled, "Yingying is pretty much right."
The old woman sighed, "The income is a little low, but as long as a person is hardworking and motivated, it's better than anything else. How old are you this year?"
Chen Lie: “Twenty-seven.”
The old woman frowned, "Twenty-seven, the same age as my third son."
Sheng Yingying: "My third brother is twenty-six, and he won't be twenty-seven until after the New Year."
The old woman said, "...Then why are you still not married at the age of 27? Are you healthy?"
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