Ni Yang didn't care about what the village people were discussing; her only focus was on having a good life and being true to herself.
She parked her brand new bicycle in the yard and called out, "Mother, I'm back."
Just as her words fell, Ni Cuihua, with an apron around her waist, came out from inside. When she saw the bicycle, her face changed, "Yangyang, did you buy this bicycle?"
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, mom, what do you think of this bike? Isn't it grand?"
Ni Cuihua, somewhat agitated, walked over to Ni Yang, "How could you buy such a big thing without discussing it with me first? Even though we have profitable business now, we can't just squander away like this! How are we supposed to make ends meet at this rate?"
Ni Cuihua's worries weren't unfounded. After paying the rent, they were left with a balance of only seven hundred yuan. The bike had to cost no less than two hundred yuan. With Ni Yang's spending habits, even a mountain of gold would be exhausted!