Holly pushed them back toward her, saying earnestly, "We've already had some. Aunt Roland, if you don't drink this, it'll just go to waste."
Robin Roland hesitated for a moment before accepting them. She then quickly fumbled in her pocket. "How much are they? Let me pay you."
"Then how much was dinner? We should be paying you, Aunt Roland." Holly Winslow winked, signaling for her not to be so formal.
Robin Roland smiled and didn't press the issue.
So as not to waste time, they finished eating in just over ten minutes. Holly Winslow began teaching English to Yara Nolan, while Mortimer Quincy sat nearby, listening to a lecture on his phone.
In the living room, Robin Roland put on her new reading glasses and leaned in close to assemble electronic components—from one, to a dozen, to over a hundred.
The time on the wall clock slid from nine-forty to eleven.
In over an hour, she earned seven or eight yuan.
Bedroom
