"That's right, Chang Hui, we're just buying tea, doesn't matter whose family it is." Fei Jiayi answered with a lollipop in her mouth, grinning, comforting Chang Hui not to overthink it.
"Yeah, my dad really likes your family's tea, but there just aren't many people at home who drink tea."
Ding Guo explained.
After their comforting words, Chang Hui was so touched she didn't know what to say. She softly explained how much the tea cost per jin at home, and returned the money: "It's not expensive, it really doesn't need that much money."
"No way, the tea on the market is far more expensive." Xu Nianhua picked up her tea and savored it carefully as she said, "A cup of tea, a book, it's just too comfortable."
In the end, Chang Hui held tightly onto that thirty-five yuan, and sent the money back, buying two bottles of hand cream as well. Holding onto the receipt for the letter, she finally felt like she wasn't dreaming.
