After swallowing her mouthful of rice, Xu Su said, "Dad, my school has a two-hour lunch break. It takes an hour to bike there and back. The break between the end of classes and evening self-study is even shorter, so I don't have time to come home to eat. I'd like to just eat at school."
Chen Shulan suddenly asked, "How much of that 50 yuan I gave you is left?"
"..." Xu Su fell silent for a moment before pulling five yuan from her pocket. "School meals cost one or two yuan on average. I've had three meals a day for ten days, and this is what's left."
Chen Shulan stared at the five yuan, her expression unreadable.
Xu Weiping was the one who did a quick mental calculation. "If you want to eat at school, then eat at school. From now on, your mom will give you twenty yuan a week. Don't complain that it's not enough. It's what our family can afford, so spend it wisely."
