Song Hongmei had been selling egg pancakes at her stall for many years, and all the sauce she brushed on them was wholesale purchased by her.
Glass jars, plastic jars, over the years, she had amassed quite a few, all locked away in the narrow bike storage area of her old residential complex.
Now bringing just two or three over was hardly worth mentioning.
Her son Zhu Lingqi was somewhat embarrassed:
"Mom, should we buy something on the way back?"
Otherwise, with empty baskets, plastic bags, and large glass jars in tow, it was indeed hard to save face.
Song Hongmei thought it over and agreed, "We should buy. Your grandpa said he'll also give his share to Tantan's family—I really shouldn't have taken these things. Tantan's family has delicious food, and later if you each have two or three bowls more, can we still live this way?"
