“I just wanted to buy some lard residue to make dumplings. Nan Shu has never eaten it. The one sold by Zhang Laowu is too expensive. Come with me again.”
“What am I going to do?”
Yuan Youqin lowered her voice: “Please cooperate. You are just pretending to be a greedy child and insist on eating. I have no choice but to go back and try again.”
The corner of Jiang Qin’s mouth twitched and he looked at Feng Nanshu: “Can’t we just let the little rich woman try it?”
“No, I won’t lie.” Feng Nanshu said with a bluffing face.
Jiang Qin glanced at her: “You can’t lie to others, but you can only lie to me? Am I not a human being?”
“You are a big bear who can climb trees.”
“…”
Then Jiang Qin was dragged by his mother to Zhang Laowu’s stall to join the mother-son bargaining game.
Just at this time, Xu Yu’s budget sheet came out and was sent to his mobile phone waiting for approval.
Strict selection of group grouping, in-store group grouping, daily specials, group grouping supply chain, Nanshu commercial marketing, algorithm center…
The amounts are in the millions or tens of millions.
While Jiang Qin was bargaining with his mother for three yuan and approving a budget worth tens of millions, he felt that his life was so divided.
In the end, Yuan Youqin successfully bought the lard residue at two yuan off the price, and walked back with the plastic bag.
“Mom, I make so much money every year. If you don’t spend what I give you, why don’t you be more generous when buying groceries?”
“Bargaining is one of the few hobbies your mother and I have.”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips, took Feng Nanshu’s little hand, and walked towards the parking space at the end of the village. As soon as he got in the car, a cold little hand stretched out.
The little rich woman peeled a roasted chestnut and wanted to feed it to him.
Jiang Qin lowered his head and ate the chestnuts: “Why are your little hands so cold?”
“You’re not holding this back.”
Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat and murmured, then peeled another chestnut and handed it to Yuan Youqin.
There is no 29th or 30th on New Year’s Eve this year. New Year’s Eve falls directly on the next day.
A bunch of relatives came to Lao Jiang’s house again, almost crossing the threshold. There were even many people who hadn’t interacted with each other for decades. This time they came here to see the boy who spoke for them!
Jiang Qin couldn’t bear the disturbance, so he hid out again, and then made an appointment with Yang Shu’an and Guo Zihang to play a few rounds of mahjong at the water bar.