Having eaten such a satisfying meal before it was even mealtime, not just Qiaoqiao, but even Zhang Yanping felt the need to digest a bit.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoshun took the opportunity to beckon:
"Come on, if you two have nothing to do, help out—one of you cut slits in the chestnuts, the other pick through them."
At eighty-eight yuan per jin, there surely couldn't be any bad chestnuts mixed in the sugar-roasted chestnuts, Wang Xiaoshun thought highly of them.
Zhang Yanping didn't hesitate: "I don't have as much strength as Qiaoqiao, I'll handle picking through the chestnuts."
This drew an exasperated look from Wang Xiaoshun: such a tall guy, with such a sturdy figure, claiming he's weak and shirking the heavier work... what kind of person is this Zhang Yanping?
