In an instant, the little girls' cheeks were bulging.
It was only then that Zhou Jianjun realized his father-in-law's family had really struck it rich. Just these "Little Naughties" candies—in this mountain village, a single pound could be traded for ten pounds of candied haws. An ordinary family would have to think long and hard before buying even half a pound of candied haws for their kids.
But his two little sisters-in-law ate the Little Naughties as if it were nothing special. You could tell at a glance that they ate them often.
Zhou Jianjun glanced again at the Butter Paper package next to his leg. He had just hooked it with his finger and, gauging the weight, guessed the package had to contain nearly two pounds.
'To think that my own father, the distinguished Forest Farm Secretary, had only brought home half a pound of this candy during the Dragon Boat Festival this year.'
