"Teacher Zhuang really put some thought into this! Actually-compared with New Year's money, these 'math problems' seem pretty good."
Zhou Cheng smiled. "If Zhuang Yanzhou wants to work on them, he can borrow them anytime. But if he found out his New Year's money had turned into 'math problems,' he'd probably feel exactly the way you did just now."
Song Ying pictured Lin Dongzhe's expression and failed to hold back a snort of laughter. She pointed a finger at Zhou Cheng without touching him.
"You little rascal, you're a crafty one for your age. Still, you have a point. All right, I'll accept this New Year's money on Zhuang Yanzhou's behalf again."
She took the yuan, but instead of immediately putting it in her pocket, she turned to Lin Wufeng beside her.
"Wu Feng, don't we still have a few cans of yellow peaches? We can't finish them all anytime soon anyway. Give Jingcheng one to take home so his family can try them too."
As she spoke, she secretly gave Lin Wufeng a meaningful look.
Lin Wufeng immediately caught her meaning.
They did have canned yellow peaches, but not a few cans-just one in total.
Canned yellow peaches were also priced at one yuan at the supply and marketing cooperative, but the trouble was that they were hard to come by.
The couple had been reluctant to open it, and afraid their son would sneakily eat it when no one was looking, they had hidden it on top of the wardrobe.
Without another word, Lin Wufeng went into the inner room, stood on tiptoe, and felt around behind a pile of odds and ends to retrieve the can.
The moment Song Ying mentioned the peaches, Zhou Cheng had intended to leave, but she grabbed his sleeve, leaving him no