After all, she felt that in this day and age, being a bit thrifty was still a good thing. Clothes and such could still be worn if mended!
However, Chen Bajin seriously doubted that the clothes in Gu Fuqiao's hands could still be worn. Even if mended, they wouldn't look good.
"Ah Jiao, your clothes have so many holes in them already. And you have so many clothes, why not just forget about mending them?" Chen Bajin said gently to Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao awkwardly smiled and continued to stuff the clothes behind her, saying, "I'll mend them to use as pajamas. Besides, we should still uphold the virtues of thriftiness, right?"
"Hmm, that's true, it's fine for sleeping in at night." Chen Bajin chuckled and said, "Oh, and I forgot to tell you, the magazine contacted me. My little poem got published, and they sent me a five yuan payment. My Brother Jian Country was nearly bursting with joy!"
