Chapter 11 - 3_2
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"Look at what you're saying, uncle. It's hardly anything serious."
"It's very serious. In the past, do you think Liu Xiazi would've been willing to lend a hand to anyone else?
It's all because of that debt of gratitude. Even if she's unwilling, she has to hold her nose and accept it, probably feeling wronged and regretful. She must be at home wiping tears and cursing her fate."
"Uncle, please have a seat." Li Weihan placed a small stool under Li Sanjiang's rear and took out a cigarette to light for him before turning to his wife, "Guiying, bring out some snacks to stave off the hunger."
As he said this, he glanced at the locked cupboard.
Cui Guiying took out the key and unlocked it. She got some egg cakes and biscuits from inside and laid them out in front of the two men, saying apologetically to Li Sanjiang, "Uncle, I'll go cut some meat tomorrow and invite you over for a proper drink."
"Tsk, there's no need for all this hassle, put it away. How could I take food from the children."
Li Weihan opened a biscuit tin and handed Li Sanjiang a biscuit. He himself picked up the tin container and said, "Guiying, when the biscuits are gone, remember to keep the tin. It's perfect for holding sewing needles and buttons."
"Got it."
Li Sanjiang quickly ate the biscuit, and when Li Weihan offered more, he pushed them away, brushing off his pants, "Okay, the child's fine. I'm heading home."