It was truly a magnificent sight, not arranged like a supermarket, but like a warehouse, with a diverse variety of items, each type stacked by the crate.
"Satisfied now, aren't you? No more worries, right?"
CLICK. The lights were turned off. Grandma Jing was pulled out and the lock CLANKED shut. Then, WHOOSH, all the rice and flour inside were swept into Jing Shu's space.
Grandma Jing seemed to be savoring the moment, smacking her lips. "I haven't seen enough yet... I haven't even counted how many bags of grain we still have. Why are you in such a hurry, child?"
Jing Shu was worried that if Grandma Jing saw too much and remembered it all, how could she fool anyone next time?
Grandma Jing whispered excitedly, "Look, there are dozens, even hundreds of bags of rice and flour, all piled up as high as a mountain! Granddaughter, why did you buy so much grain?"
