She was suddenly reminded of the time she helped her parents at their stall, how happy she had been to earn just a few yuan. She never imagined that after more than thirty years, she would once again have a day where earning just a few yuan made her happy.
Lin Lan put away her money pouch and turned to see someone selling eggs. The thought of Little Douzi's scrawny body and yellowish hair—a clear sign of malnutrition—came to mind. 'I should buy some eggs to make steamed egg custard for him and improve his nutrition.'
After buying ten eggs, she started heading back. Just then, Big Sister approached with a bamboo basket, a smile on her face. "Hey, I see you made something to sell, too!"
Lin Lan glanced at her and gave a wry smile. "I did. I'm raising my son alone and can't earn full work points. In a couple of years, when he's older, I won't even have the money to send him to school. So I made a little something to see if I can earn a bit of money to save for his education."
