Jiang Mianmian was about to nod her head when Jiang Changhai spoke first, "Sis, don't take the fifty cents one, take the one-dollar one for us."
"Brother Jiang is really good to the kids. This one-dollar ice cream, though a bit expensive, is really tasty," the sales clerk complimented, then took out four of the best ice creams from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and handed them to Jiang Mianmian.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the exquisitely packaged ice cream and swallowed, "Wow, Dad, you're so good."
This ice cream was of a foreign brand and was particularly expensive; even Jiang Mianmian had never been willing to buy it.
After all, a big meat bun was just twenty cents at the time; spending a dollar on an ice cream was really quite luxurious.
Jiang Changhai, wrapping his arm around Jiang Mianmian's shoulder, affectionately said, "If my daughter wants to eat it, she definitely has to eat the best."
Su Wanyu gave him a glance, "You really spoil her."
