Having discussed with Qi Taiguo, Cheng Su took out three hundred yuan, preparing to give it to Deng Weixia, as a token of their juniors' intentions, naturally mentioning it to the two elders.
"Three hundred, that'll do." Father Qi nodded, "You're just nephews and nieces, three hundred yuan is a substantial token of your sentiment, justifiable enough."
Mother Qi said nothing either, as three hundred nowadays counts as substantial money, Cheng Su being able to offer three hundred shows her generosity; in her heart, she felt a bit grateful, respecting her character a bit more.
"You take it over yourself, let your aunt see your intentions, and it will be a comfort to her; as for the future…" Mother Qi spoke but did not finish.
What the future holds is known by all present; she'd have to rely on herself, endure if possible. After all, Deng family isn't affluent; they couldn't possibly send money year after year to the hospital to sustain her?
