Lin Qiao didn't take his words to heart and handed him a warm meat pie, "Hungry, right? After frying it, let's make some dumplings to eat."
Song Tingfan took a bite, eating while watching her. After finishing, he said, "Sister-in-law, I just sold a snake and a wild rabbit and got ninety-one cents."
Hearing that he also sold a snake and a rabbit, Lin Qiao glanced at him curiously and said, "Little Uncle, what did you put in the hunting pit?"
"A dead field mouse." Song Tingfan put down the prey and took out the Copper Coins from his chest, obediently handing them to her.
Lin Qiao didn't hold out her hand to take them and didn't want them, "Little Uncle, you keep them yourself, buying things will be more convenient."
Sigh, for example, you could buy some candy for a village girl.
She refused, and Song Tingfan felt a bit gloomy, the joy from selling things was gone.
Why doesn't Sister-in-law want the Copper Coins he gave?
"Sister-in-law, I don't buy things."
