Chapter 710: Chapter 710 Still Costs Fifty Cents
"That’s great, the more sellers there are, the cheaper the goods will be." Auntie Li said happily. Now they wouldn’t have to sneak off to the black market just to buy vegetables.
"Yeah, well, Aunt Li, I can’t chat anymore, we’re going out to eat. We’ll catch up when we get back." Jiang Changhai, worried his daughter might be hungry, ended the conversation cheerfully.
After Jiang Changhai and his family had left, the neighbors watched the trio walk away, enviously saying, "The Xiao Jiang family’s life is really good. Just this month, I’ve seen them go out to eat at least five times. Despite coming from the countryside, they’ve got a decent nest egg."
"You can say that again. Now they have two wage earners at home, making several dozens of yuan each month. Just last month, they bought a new bicycle. And Xiao Jiang, he buys something every evening when he comes home. Even Mianmian, that little girl, gets a scholarship every term for her grades. Every single one of them makes money. It would be hard for them not to live well!" The neighbors spoke with a mix of envy and jealousy.
And Jiang Changhai and his family were oblivious to becoming the talk of the neighborhood.
Today Jiang Changhai and Su Wanyu were both off work, so they had set out early. It wasn’t quite mealtime yet, the state-owned restaurant wasn’t crowded, and there was a wide variety of dishes to choose from.
They picked out a few dishes they liked and, after having a hearty meal, Jiang Changhai took his wife and daughter to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
"Girl, you’re now the hero of our Old Jiang family. Go on, whatever you like, buy it. Pick anything you want, as much as you want," Jiang Changhai said generously.
"You’re the best, Dad," Mianmian said, heading straight for the ice cream section in the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. In the hot summer, enjoying a few ice creams would be such a pleasant thing, but her mom usually only allowed her to have one and not every day.
Actually, Su Wanyu restricted her from eating ice cream because she was worried Mianmian, not knowing any better when she was younger, would indulge in the cold treat and hurt herself, which might lead to painful menstruation when she grew up.
"Auntie, I want to buy ice creams," Mianmian said, leaning on the counter and looking at the freezer behind it, speaking to the salesperson.
"Mianmian, how many do you want?" The salesperson, who knew them, asked warmly.
Mianmian turned to look at her mom and held up two fingers, bargaining, "Mom, can I have two ice creams today?"
Su Wanyu, seeing her daughter’s pitiful little face, made an exception and agreed, "Girl, you can have two today, but this is a one-time thing, it’s not setting a precedent."
"Haha, Mom, I knew you were the best," Mianmian said happily, as her mother consented.
Su Wanyu glared at her and teased, "So, if I let you eat ice cream, I’m good, and if I don’t, I’m bad?"
"Ah, Mom, you know that’s not what I mean. You are the best mom in the whole world," Mianmian said, running over to her mother and affectionately swinging her arm.
"Alright, alright, don’t shake my arm off. Go buy your ice cream before I change my mind," Su Wanyu playfully taunted Mianmian.
Mianmian, hearing her mom jest like that, hurried back to the counter and said to the salesperson, "Auntie, I’d like four ice creams, please."
"Sure, you want the fifty-cent ones?" The salesperson remembered Mianmian and Jiang Changhai liked that particular brand of ice cream because they always bought it when they shopped there.
It was easy to remember, after all – it was the more expensive kind.