Jiang Xingye wasn't craving that box of red braised pork. He only poured some of the sauce over his rice, not touching a single piece of meat, just so Xu Qinghuan could have it.
But Xu Qinghuan didn't know that. Earlier when the old man asked for that box of red braised pork, seeing Jiang Xingye reluctant, she didn't make him give it to the old man.
She was protecting him. Knowing this, how could Jiang Xingye not be happy?
Soon, they arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative.
Xu Qinghuan went inside with a basket, spending her money and tickets to buy two pounds of rice, two pounds of flour, one pound of brown sugar, and just in time saw some iron pots for sale. She spent two industrial tickets and thirteen yuan to buy an iron pot and four bowls.
Not seeing any sewing machines for sale, Xu Qinghuan asked the staff at the counter, "Comrade, are there no sewing machines for sale?"
