Chapter 93, Buying Gifts (1/2)



Being dragged into the store by her, Meng Zeyan no longer cared about the address, knowing that she was shy.

After entering the store, Tang Huan let go of his hand. Inside the store was a larger market with shops close to each other.

Tang Huan skipped clothes and shoes, wanting to find something rare that could express his feelings.

Meng Zeyan did not offer any advice because he really didn't have any good ideas.

Finally, Tang Huan saw a very small shop at the corner of the store, a jewelry shop.

There was only an old man busy working in the store. Tang Huan stared at the pure gold hoop ring on the counter. She seemed to have never seen her mother-in-law wearing jewelry.

Others don’t know, but Aunt Wu has one.

No, Comrade Xing Cui must also have what others have!

Tang Huan stood outside the counter and shouted to the uncle inside: "Master, I want to see this ring."

"Okay." The busy uncle put down what he was doing temporarily, turned around and took out the ring from the counter for her to see.

There is no pattern on it, it is just a plain gold ring, about three millimeters wide, not very thin, and has some weight to hold.

After trying the ring on his hand, Tang Huan raised his hand and placed it in front of Meng Zeyan, "Does it look good?"

The style didn't fit her hand and the size wasn't right.

Meng Zeyan looked at another small ring on the counter. The pattern should be plum blossoms, which would definitely look good on her.

He tapped his finger on the counter, pointing to the ring, "This one looks good."

Tang Huan lowered his eyes to take a look at the ring. The band was thinner than this one, and the important thing was the small plum blossom pattern on it. Although it was quite elegant and gentle, it didn't seem to be suitable for Comrade Xing Cui.

It's obvious that it's worn by young people.

"Brother, it's good that you give me money." Tang Huan took off the pendant, but Meng Zeyan still looked at it with the intention of giving money for insurance.

Putting the ring back on the counter, Tang Huan gritted his teeth and asked, "Master, how much is this ring?"

This is gold, it must be expensive!

The uncle thought she was just looking at it blindly. This kind of thing is not bought by many young people except those from well-off families when they get married.

The important thing is that this girl has poor taste. The things she likes are all worn by older people.

"Girl, do you want to try this one your girlfriend mentioned?" The uncle took out the plum blossom ring that Meng Zeyan had just pointed at from the cabinet. "Several married women like this, but their fingers are not the right size. I think you can wear it."

After saying that, he handed the ring to Meng Zeyan with great tact.

The uncle must have misunderstood that she and Meng Zeyan were here to buy wedding rings. Tang Huan hurriedly explained: "Master, you misunderstood. I'm buying a ring for my mother."

Meng Zeyan was about to take the ring when he paused and remembered...

So when Xiao Huan asked him if he looked good, she was actually asking if he was suitable for Comrade Xing Cui...

The hand that was about to take it changed its movement and pushed the owner's hand back.

"Hey! Misunderstanding~"

The uncle put the small ring back into the cabinet, picked up the ring that Tang Huan mentioned, turned around and took out a small scale from the back to weigh the ring.

Tang Huan knew about electronic scales, but he really didn't know this kind of beam scale.

After weighing, the uncle placed the scale in front of Tang Huan so that she could see the weight clearly.

Tang Huan quietly pulled Meng Zeyan's sleeve and asked him to help.

Although there is no technology and hard work now, gold is expensive! It is still best to see it clearly, and any difference will not do.

Meng Zeyan reached out and took the beam scale from the uncle's hand, weighed it himself, and the weight was the same as the one the shopkeeper had just weighed, 5.3 grams.

The weight is right, the quality is right, and the price is good.

One hundred and fifty-nine dollars.

I still felt a little sad, but I took the money without any hesitation.

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