Back when Grandma Lu was still around, she used to dote on Lu Siyuan as well.
Now, seeing Shen Mianmian’s little face red and frosty, with a layer of white frost on her hair, she glared with a huff and took off her own scarf, flinging it into Shen Mianmian’s arms.
She looked at the scarf and then at Lu Siyuan, somewhat speechless.
This little brat, he’s only this big, and he has already started to understand how to treat women with tenderness!
She knew that, according to Lu Siyuan’s temperament, even if she gave the scarf back to him, he wouldn’t wear it.
Upon another look, the scarf was quite long, and the two happened to be sitting side by side; she simply wrapped one end around her neck, then took the other end and wrapped it around Lu Siyuan’s neck.
Lu Siyuan thought she was going to give the scarf back to him and immediately turned his head away, "I don’t..."
He hadn’t finished speaking when Shen Mianmian bellowed back at him, "Don’t move."
She wrapped the scarf around him in a somewhat rough manner, and only then did Lu Siyuan notice that she had wrapped it around herself too; they were sharing the same scarf.
A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and his face heated up involuntarily, as he awkwardly turned his head to the side.
Shen Mianmian, with sharp eyes, noticed Lu Siyuan’s expression and spoke forthrightly, "This way, neither of us will be cold, and you, a little kid, better not overthink it."
Upon hearing this, Lu Siyuan’s heart, which had been rapidly thumping, instantly calmed down, and he snorted disdainfully.
"Who’s overthinking? My mom used to wrap it around me just ..."
Mid-sentence, he suddenly thought of something, and his face darkened.
Shen Mianmian struggled to hold back her laughter but couldn’t help it and burst into laughter, causing her stomach to ache, "I didn’t say it."
See, even he admits that she is like his mom.
"Keep laughing, and I’ll throw you off."
Lu Siyuan was annoyed and embarrassed, adamantly refusing to keep the scarf on any longer.
It took Shen Mianmian a while of coaxing and threatening to finally calm him down.
As they chatted, they arrived in the city without realizing it. Since it was close to New Year’s, there were many people buying groceries for the holiday at the market, and more vendors than usual. Arriving from the village, they were among the later ones.
As their previous spot had been taken by somebody else, they had no choice but to move to a less desirable location.
Lu Siyuan had brought only seven or eight bamboo baskets this time, so he wasn’t in a hurry to sell; after unloading the baskets, he started to help Shen Mianmian unload the winter melons. They had just set down two of them when an old lady approached with a question.
"Young girl, how much are the winter melons?"
There were stalls selling various items, but those selling vegetables were quite few. The old lady, noticing the good quality of the winter melons and that they were brought from the countryside, couldn’t help but ask about the price.
Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan exchanged glances, both not expecting business to come so quickly.
"Two and a half cents per jin."
The old lady’s eyes lit up, but she quickly disguised her excitement, bending down and patting the winter melon, "Two and a half is a bit expensive, isn’t it? That’s the same price as inside the market."
Shen Mianmian sharply caught the gleam in the old lady’s eye, realizing she was keen on the melons but was haggling over the price. Chapters fırst released on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Old lady, isn’t it three cents a jin inside the market?" She smiled, showing that she was aware of the market price of winter melons, and then started to highlight the selling point of their own melons, "Ours is grown with farm manure, it tastes much better than those grown with chemical fertilizers."
The old lady’s eyes brightened even more upon hearing this, but she continued to nitpick, "Yours is bigger than those in the market, and I wouldn’t be able to carry it if I bought one."