Tang Xiao Nuan looked up at Goldie Thorne and happened to catch him with his chin tilted up at a forty-five-degree angle, a picture of faint sorrow and poetic melancholy. She had to be seeing things. 'How could a rascal like Goldie Thorne possibly have the air of a poet?'
"If you don't buy me meat buns and cake, I'll tell Grandma you've been hiding money," Jim Thorne threatened blatantly.
Goldie Thorne flew into a rage, raising his hand to strike. "Then I'll treat you to a slap first!"
"Missed me... heheh... You don't have to buy the meat buns, but you have to get the cake. Xiao Nuan likes it," Jim Thorne said, taking a step back.
Tang Xiao Nuan pouted. 'It's obviously Third Brother who wants to eat it, but he's pinning the blame on me.'
"You need grain coupons for meat buns. We can only buy cake. And you're going to help me hoe the fields later, or you won't get a damn thing."
