"Here, Uncle Ma, this is your Four Happiness glutinous rice balls."
"Is one bag not enough for your six-person family? No worries, this bag has 8 pieces, it should be enough."
"Here, Aunt Liu, this is your Four Happiness glutinous rice balls."
"Your sister is joining you for New Year's, and 8 pieces aren't enough for 12 people?"
Standing nearby, Zhao Rong put her hands on her hips, ready for battle: "Liu Xiajuan, you can eat them, but don't take them away. My Huaihuai just got off the high-speed train around 5 o'clock and only finished making these rice balls. Originally, they were all wrapped for Director Qin at the orphanage. We're only giving you a bag out of neighborly kindness, and you're still not satisfied."
"It's just one bag, do you want it or not? If not, give your bag to Qin Moutou."
The neighbor surnamed Qin, standing behind Liu Xiajuan, was overjoyed.
