Old Zhou didn't feel like stirring, "What's the use of making those little baskets? They're neither edible nor drinkable."
"They can be made into flower baskets to earn money," Manbao shared her plan with her dad, only omitting the part about the candy. She confidently said, "Once I make money, I can give Dad a bonus for his hard work."
Old Zhou touched the tobacco around his waist, not willing to smoke it; he had already decided to sell all the tobacco at home. Although it wasn't worth much, it could still help his wife pick up a few prescriptions.
Old Zhou glanced at his daughter and shook his head, "Dad doesn't care for that hardship fee, so let's not bother."
He didn't want to join the kids' foolery.