"...Thank you so much for taking care of my useless older sister."
"...Not at all, not at all. You're too polite. Oh, right, this is the tofu from my hometown as promised. I made it myself, so please, you must try it."
"...You've really gone to so much trouble. Not only do you have to look after my sister, you're also being so courteous. This is the dried tofu we made."
"..."
Jiang Han stood obediently at her younger sister's side, listening to Jiang Zhenling and the shop owner, Qin Shunying, exchange endless pleasantries. She secretly puffed out her cheeks, then bit her lower lip.
After that embarrassing round of pleasantries finally ended, Jiang Han smiled at the departing Qin Shunying and waved. The other woman returned it with a slightly crazed smile.
After saying goodbye to Qin Shunying, the two sisters walked into the house. In the hallway, Jiang Han suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Ah, right, right. Did you wash the socks I put in the dirty laundry basket yesterday?"
"I threw them out for you." Zhenling turned her head as she walked. "The ones you bought were all dragon-cotton fabric. They're hard to wash, and even steam cleaning makes them warp and unravel."
"Ehh—" Jiang Han scratched her face. Those socks had been something she'd had no choice but to buy just after crossing over, practically buying a whole batch in one go with her eyes closed! Like wholesale boxes for fifty yuan each? Most of the ones she bought afterward had also been dragon-cotton. They were comfortable to wear, but they snagged incredibly easily.
"Then next time you go out, could you buy some for me?" Jiang Han hurried two steps ahead of her sister, turned around, and said with a smile.
Zhenling let out a