"Sigh, every family has its own troubles." Zhang Yang had just started, but Yuan Si didn't want to hear it.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," she cut him off. She had run away from home precisely because of her own family's troubles. "Go home and sort out your own problems. I'm too young; I wouldn't understand any of that stuff anyway."
Zhang Yang was left speechless. He had just been about to swallow his pride and vent his frustrations, but she had shut him down completely.
"Fine, I won't talk about that. Just hurry up and get me some of this. I'm practically drooling over here." Zhang Yang had cast aside all shame. In the face of a good meal, what was a little pride?
"Okay, fine. One Hua Coin and one jin of grain ration tickets per bag." Yuan Si had seen roasted flour tea for sale at the supply and marketing cooperative; she simply doubled the price.
"Done. That's not expensive. Give me a bag." Zhang Yang wasn't concerned about the cost. All that mattered was getting to eat.
