The people from the newspaper offices asked for more details, filled in the gaps, and took another round of notes before finally leaving with their stomachs rumbling.
Ye Yaodong felt like he was starving too, especially with A Qing cooking at the stove beside him, sending delicious smells wafting through the air.
His last meal had been in the middle of the night, seven or eight hours ago. He had wanted to hurry them out for ages. Fortunately, they had enough sense not to linger and left when it was time.
He held out the five yuan in his hand to Lin Xiuqing, but when she wiped her hands on her apron and reached for it, he pulled it back.
"Can we forget about handing over this five yuan? Let me keep it as my private spending money!"
Lin Xiuqing rolled her eyes at him, still working the spatula. "I never told you to hand it over. You offered it yourself."
"It was an instinctive reaction. Whenever I get any money, my first thought is to give it to you. See how good I am to you?"
"Who else would you give it to? Can you be trusted with money? If I don't keep it for you, you'll want to buy everything and haul it all home."
Ye Yaodong happily stuffed the money into his pocket. "But everything I buy is something we need. Once we've earned some money, shouldn't we improve our lives? If we keep scraping by anyway, what's the point of earning money?"
"You could at least fold it instead of just grabbing it and stuffing it into your pocket." Catching his movement out of the corner of her eye, Lin Xiuqing couldn't help commenting.
"Fold what?"
As Lin Xiuqing scooped the stir-fried bamboo shoots and pickled