"Uncle Yang, I'll make a trip to the grocery store, we're out of salt at home."
Yuanyuan bought twenty pounds of coarse salt, which she planned to use for pickling salted duck eggs and cucumbers.
There was sugar in the space, so she bought fifty candles. Although she didn't use many candles, it was still better to be prepared.
She didn't buy anything else. As she came out of the grocery store, she saw a child holding a bottle-gourd vase.
Yuanyuan's eyelids twitched, "Little kid, the one holding the bottle-gourd vase, could you stop for a moment?"
The child looked at Yuanyuan warily. "Kid, your bottle-gourd vase comes in a pair, right? Aren't you afraid of dropping it while running?"
"I won't drop it."
Yuanyuan's temples twitched, "Kid, why are you carrying a bottle-gourd vase out?"
"My grandpa is sick, and my family has no money. I came to sell this vase; it's a pair, but I can't carry two myself."
"Kid, do you know where to sell it? You won't get tricked, right?"
