"Yuan Chun, what do you want to eat? Mom will ask Da Niu's grandma to buy it for us on her way," Mrs. Sheng walked into the western room and asked her precious daughter.
"Buy two pieces of tofu, I want to eat your pan-fried tofu."
"Alright, I'll make it for you at noon."
Mrs. Sheng took out fifty cents, leaned on her yard wall, and called out to Da Niu's grandma, asking her to help buy two pieces of tofu and a pound of dried tofu when she goes shopping.
She wouldn't let her run errands for nothing; every time, Mrs. Sheng would give an extra dime to her.
Da Niu's grandma happily agreed.
With two wounded people and a little baby at the Sheng household, Mrs. Sheng couldn't leave home. For this month, Da Niu's grandma had been helping the Sheng family with grocery shopping, earning over two bucks of private money, and she was quite pleased.
At noon, while Mrs. Sheng was cooking, Yuan Chun was watching the live stream from 007 of the Northwest Farm.
