"Mhm," Zhao Chun responded, then asked Zhao Youcai, "Dad, how much did you pay for this lamb?"
"It wasn't much. Don't worry about paying me back." Zhao Youcai knew that even if Zhao Chun gave him the money, he'd just have to turn around and give it to Zhou Jianjun anyway.
'If that's the case, I might as well let my daughter keep the money.' So, even though he felt Zhou Jianjun's expectant gaze, Zhao Youcai said to Zhao Chun, "Just consider this ten yuan a gift for my grandson."
"We can't accept that..." Hu Sanmei, who was standing nearby, tried to insist, but Zhao Youcai cut her off.
Zhao Youcai said, "Why not? Let's drop the talk about money. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving over here."
"Of course! How could I forget?" Hu Sanmei said, heading into the house. As she walked, she added, "Come on in, come on in. I'll get some food on the table for you right away."
