After An Ning told him to listen to her, the vendor's young helpers all nodded in agreement. He had to obey.
"Sister An is telling you to take it, so just take it."
An Guoping clutched a dozen or so comic books, trailing beside An Ning, but he didn't dare reach out for anything else.
He looked around as he walked, and An Ning, who was watching him closely, stepped forward and pointed at some candies being sold on the left. "Two pounds of those."
"Sis—"
"What is it?"
An Ning turned back, her expression calm, as if she didn't understand why he had called out to her.
An Guoping's originally high-pitched voice instantly dropped several octaves. "Sis, I can't eat that much. Just buying two pieces is enough."
'Two pieces?'
An Ning said disapprovingly, "Little brother, you can't be selfish. There are a lot of people at home."
