But after dinner, he still reached out to the old lady, "Mom, give me money and cloth tickets. Mianmian also needs some new clothes."
"Screw off, no money!" Zhang Guihua's voice suddenly rose by eight octaves, her nostrils flaring wide.
There were hardly any savings at home to begin with, and not a single cloth ticket, not to mention the new clothes for the two grandsons during the New Year were also made from cloth tickets squeezed out begrudgingly.
Jiang Changhai said indignantly, "Today, I saw many students in the classroom wearing new clothes. Our Mianmian is smarter than all of them, and she should not be outdone in clothing!"
"I think you're delusional!"
Zhang Guihua slapped her own son on the forehead, saliva flying everywhere, "One person's cloth ticket isn't even enough to make one piece of clothing, where am I supposed to get you more cloth tickets?!"
She wanted them for herself!