Xia Zhihuai, tall in stature, immediately spotted the small stall displaying five strings of candied hawthorns.
This remote town of Rendong rarely had such stalls, especially during the transition between March and April.
He pondered for a moment, realizing that Wanwan had been deprived of all the good things by the Qi family.
They probably wouldn’t even give her candied hawthorns. Without much hesitation, he walked straight towards the stall and said, “If you like them, let’s buy some.”
“After we finish recording this program, I’ll take you to explore more shops,” Xia Zhihuai said indulgently.
Wanwan didn’t know what “exploring shops” meant, but she knew she could buy things, which made her a little happy.
The candied hawthorns looked delicious.
Xia Zhihuai gently put Wanwan down and gave her ten yuan to buy the candied hawthorns.
He stood by the roadside with Qu Xiunan, waiting to see if she knew she needed to get change.