Yun Baoni put the few eggs she had picked up back into the kitchen, and upon seeing the large jars and pots in the two kitchen rooms, she couldn't help but feel a headache:
"Da Dan, if these things go on the truck, nothing else will fit. How about this: sell whatever can be sold in the meantime, and just take a little bit of food for yourself."
"These jars and pots, they don't hold any sentimental value, they can still be sold. Let Uncle Chen handle them, otherwise, they won't even cover our transportation costs."
"They're too heavy, take up too much space."
Da Dan's distress was right there.
He looked at the room filled with an array of large and small treasure pots, feeling very reluctant to part with them. But after calming down—
Well, Baoni made a good point.
He could only say with heavy heart, "Then I'll pack a couple of pots and collect all my old sauces and pickle juice."
This time, no one stopped him.
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