The next day, before noon, Zhang Yuejin had delivered the items that Feng Qingxue wanted to buy to her doorstep, along with the remaining dozen or so dollars.
"Cousin, count the money, there are still twelve dollars, six dimes, and seven cents left, check if anything else is missing."
With just a glance, Feng Qingxue knew that not only were there no shortages, but the quantity was also more than what she had asked for. She felt greatly satisfied with Zhang Yuejin's approach towards others, "Nothing's missing, nothing's missing, I think there's even more?"
Zhang Yuejin laughed, "I have some pull at the grocery store, so I bought a little extra for you."
He said he was buying for her, but in fact, he was paying for the extras himself. He was still considering the favor he owed to the twelve cloth tickets.
Feng Qingxue understood the meaning of 'extra goods'. Wang Jiao had specifically explained it to her.