Su Yuanyuan was feeling very conflicted, so it showed on her face.
Hu Chunhua wanted to ask Su Yuanyuan something, and just then she noticed her expression and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Girl, if you need any little things, just buy them. I'll send them back for you later."
"That would be great, Aunt. I feel like I'm lacking in everything."
"Haha. Alright, then let's buy them."
"Aunt, do you think that flat board and cutting board are good?"
The little girl used to use an old, beat-up black board, which she had already burnt because she simply couldn't muster the courage to use it anymore.
"Let's go, ask how much it is. If it's too expensive, we'll have your uncle carve two for you."
"Okay, my uncle takes care of everything for me."
"It's nothing, it's just that what he makes isn't so great. He used to fool me by saying he was a carpenter, but he can't even smooth a board."
