"No, no need." Mrs. Shuanzhu waved her hand, her face also whitening in terror.
"The festival is coming soon, it's for the enjoyment of the children." Lin Ziyin smiled and persuaded, "These aren't exactly high-quality, and for those you'd want afterward, I may not be able to spare the time to give you."
"Thank you, Ziyin." Fang Cao and Lin Ziyin were about the same age. When she heard Ziyin's words, her face was full of gratitude, without any unnecessary formalities.
Lin Ziyin responded with a slight nod.
In the evening, Kong Yier and Yu Shao'en returned, bringing back a cartload of wooden boxes. They were quite ordinary, coming in two shapes: circular and rectangular.
Lin Ziyin took them and examined them, finding them acceptable.
The Qian Family wrapped the mooncakes in oil paper, placing six in each box, one with chestnut filling, one with red dates, one with assorted nuts, one with mung bean paste, one with meat filling, and lastly, one with 'ice skin'.