"No need for that..." Rong Yan waved his hand to decline.
"This ten yuan is for your wedding gift; you must take it. This brown sugar is... for Qin Ye to replenish his health."
Having broken a leg during the newlywed period, he couldn't possibly do anything, could he?
It was pitiable.
Rong Yan: "..."
What health could brown sugar replenish? But he immediately remembered that in this era, everyone generally believed brown sugar to be the best tonic.
After all, even brown sugar wasn't something ordinary people could afford.
"Thank you!"
Since it was already handed over, it wouldn't be good to return it.
This time... that green canvas bag hanging from the handlebar of the bicycle was something she had trouble finding in the Space Supermarket to use in this era.
When she first came, she had placed five packs of noodle strings in it, intending to go to the black market later to see.
He took out a pack, "Here, take this."
