Xue Yuantong complimented: "I've only studied for a few years, but Mr. Qian has been teaching for half a lifetime. That's impressive; everything should be moved by you."
Mr. Qian reluctantly gave up.
Uncle Tang thought to himself: 'Old Qian has no class.'
Butcher Zhang chuckled: "You're still trying to take advantage of Jiang Ning, acting all senior and wise?"
Xue Yuantong didn't feel she was being unreasonable in her refusal.
She remembered that during junior high, every year-end, Aunt Gu would cook up lots of food, frying balls, dumplings, candied fruits...
And she steamed deliciously aromatic buns. Her family wasn't big, so Aunt Gu would choose to give them to the neighbors.
Theoretically, after receiving these, the neighbors should take care of Aunt Gu's daughter.
But one morning, Aunt Gu went out to work, and Mr. Qian was at the doorstep eating pumpkin seeds, sharing them with Butcher Zhang next door and Uncle Tang.
