"Hmph!"
Seeing Su Qing and Zhao Youcai enter the room, Old Su shot Su Qing a vicious glare and snorted coldly.
Su Qing pretended not to hear and got straight to the point. "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm here today to give you your support payment. The total for this year is twenty-four yuan. It's all here. You can count it."
As she spoke, Su Qing placed two ten-yuan bills and four one-yuan bills on the kang table.
Seeing Su Qing arrive empty-handed with only the twenty-four yuan, not a single cent more, Old Su was so furious she was about to pass out. "You're a junior! How can you visit your elders empty-handed like this? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"
Old Su felt she was completely in the right, so her tone was harsh. She was an elder; what was wrong with asking a junior for some New Year's gifts? It was a perfectly normal thing. 'I refuse to believe,' she thought, 'that Zhao Youcai could possibly find fault with what I'm saying.'
