After all, such a large sum of money is equivalent to three months' salary for an ordinary worker at present.
Wang Xiaohuan was a little hesitant. She had some money in her hand, which was the pocket money given by her mother. She used it to buy some snacks she liked.
If she wanted nice clothes, she would usually act coquettishly and the Queen Mother would give her money to buy them.
Sometimes Wang Xiaohuan was given money to buy groceries, and her mother didn’t ask for the remaining money back, so she kept it.
I basically didn't spend any pocket money, and after saving it all for so many years, I still have fifty dollars left.
This girl was also very sincere. Thinking that he was her boyfriend, she gave the money to Yang Wenbing without hesitation.
The two of them made an appointment to meet tomorrow, and Wang Xiaohuan would bring the money.
"Xiao Huan, don't worry, I will treat you well. If I let you down, I will be struck by lightning!" Yang Wenbing swore.
Wang Xiaohuan interrupted him hastily: "Brother Wenbing, we're eliminating the Four Olds now, so don't say that! I...I believe you are the one."
Yang Wenbing said affectionately: "I don't care about anything, as long as you believe in me."
Wang Xiaohuan was touched by Yang Wenbing's sweet words.
It was almost noon, so the two of them strolled around the park and then went to a state-owned restaurant for lunch.
It was still a little early when we went there, and the small blackboard in the window of the state-owned restaurant said what was on offer today. I didn’t expect there was braised pork.
In those days, supplies were scarce, and meat was not always available. When it was available, you had to fight for it. It was true that no one did not crave meat.
Wang Xiaohuan looked at the words "braised pork" written on the small blackboard, her eyes lit up and she couldn't help swallowing.
Yang Wenbing pretended not to see anything and said to the waiter, "Comrade, two bowls of plain noodles, please."
The waiter glanced at him and said, "Eighty cents, four ounces of food coupons."
Yang Wenbing hesitated and paused deliberately for a while. Seeing that Wang Xiaohuan still had no reaction and was still immersed in the thoughts of the braised pork.
He shook hands, took out money and food coupons from his pocket and handed them over.
The waitress was an older girl. She looked careless but was actually very smart. Looking at Yang Wenbing's behavior, she knew that this man was not a good person. He was very concerned about his reputation and wanted the girl to give him money.
Seeing the money handed over by Yang Wenbing, he grabbed it quickly and turned to go to the kitchen.
Feeling a little bit heartbroken, Yang Wenbing had no choice but to take Wang Xiaohuan to find a table to sit at, ignoring Wang Xiaohuan's hesitation to speak.
After a while, I heard the waiter shouting at the window, "The Yangchun noodles are ready."
Yang Wenbing stood up, walked over and brought two bowls of noodles.
After they had eaten noodles, Wang Xiaohuan wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if they had any vanishing cream. She had run out of hers and wanted to buy a new bottle.
Yang Wenbing made an excuse that he had something to do and told her not to forget about meeting tomorrow, then left in a hurry.
In fact, Yang Wenbing was just making up an excuse because he was worried that if he followed Wang Xiaohuan to the supply and marketing cooperative, Wang Xiaohuan would ask him to pay for anything she liked.
Given his stingy nature, he would probably be heartbroken if he had to pretend to be generous.
As night falls, in the hot summer, the moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the pedestrians returning home late.
Oh, that's not right.
There were three other people gathered in the corner, whispering to each other.
"Pa!" A slap on the thigh killed a mosquito.
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