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Milk powder?!
Hearing that, Ji Dabao’s eyes lit up little by little. Can he drink milk powder?!
Thinking about the dreamy milky taste of milk powder, Ji Dabao wiped the corners of his mouth uselessly, leaned on Ji Lian Huo’s back, and couldn’t help waving his hands excitedly.
Milk powder! After drinking rice paste for so long, he can finally taste what milk powder tastes like!
Noticing the joy of the little child, Ji Lian Huo couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He carefully put the half-remaining pencil head into his pocket, put away the account book, and continued to watch the stall.
The sturdy man patrolling the street not far away knew that the big boss patronized this fruit stall, so he also took extra care of it.
He looked over from time to time to see if the teenager and the old man selling chestnuts needed any help.
As the night approached, it was a rare peace on the streets. Ji Dabao kept thinking about milk powder and he even dreamt of drinking milk powder.
When he woke up and saw that it was finally dark, he was happier.
At that time, there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Ji Lian Huo blew a mouthful of hot air into his shivering hands and began to prepare to close the fruit stall.
Seeing that, the man patrolling next to him came to help. The man picked up the fruit box and placed it steadily on the small flatbed cart.
Ji Lian Huo thanked him, pushed the small cart and was about to leave, only to hear a hurried shout from behind.
“The fruit seller, don’t go!”
Hearing the loud call, Ji Lian Huo turned around and saw an old lady carrying oranges, trotting towards him in a hurry.
“Give my money back, I don’t want to eat your oranges!” The old lady gasped and threw a bag of oranges in her hand onto Ji Lian Huo’s cart.
Ji Lian Huo opened the bag and took a look. The oranges inside were all very fresh, and none of them looked bad.
Just looking at the plastic bag, he knew that he had sold it.
In the past, Ji Lian Huo would have weighed the goods and directly refunded the money without saying a word.
But today, thinking of the six dollars he had barely spared to buy the powdered milk, Ji Lian Huo couldn’t help but ask, “Can I ask why…”
“How dare you ask!” The old lady rolled her eyes and shouted, “My grandson ate your oranges and got a lot of red rashes on his body! I didn’t know why at first, until someone asked me where I bought them, only then did I know you were the scourge of the Ji family!”
Hearing the old lady’s words, Ji Lian Huo was silent for a moment, then he took out the scale from the cart again, weighed the oranges, and returned two yuan to the old lady.
After the old lady took the money, she shook it twice beside her, as if she was afraid that it was not clean, and left cursing.
The man who was eagerly helping Ji Lian Huo looked at the scene in front of him and subconsciously took a step back.
Ji Lian Huo put away the scale, pulled the cart silently, and walked home.
Even if Ji Lian Huo didn’t say it, Ji Dabao knew that his milk powder was gone.
A strong sense of grievance suddenly surged in his heart, and Ji Dabao pursed his lips and tried hard to hold it back.
Although there were people who returned fruits before, for some reason, this time, he felt particularly sad.
The milk powder money was gone, so Ji Lian Huo wanted to buy a can of rice paste for Ji Dabao, but he came back too late and the nearby store was closed.
The next morning, Ji Lian Huo pulled the fruit cart out of the home amid his uncle’s deafening snoring. The nearby store was not open yet.
Ji Lian Huo bought fruits as usual. On the way, Ji Dabao could clearly feel that his uncle’s pace was particularly slow today.
When the sky turned bright, Ji Lian Huo parked the cart in front of the small supermarket, carried Ji Dabao on his back, and slowly walked into the supermarket.
Standing in front of the baby food shelf, Ji Dabao leaned on Ji Lian Huo’s shoulder and saw the price of milk powder.
The supermarket was different from the store at the alley. The cheapest bagged milk powder suitable for drinking costs twelve yuan a bag.
Ji Lian Huo squatted down and saw the boxed rice paste at the bottom of the shelf, which was six yuan a box, and the quantity was pitiful.
The two came out of the supermarket empty-handed. Ji Dabao pouted and tried to hold back his deep grievances again.