The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 23
Tang Xin looked at Mrs. Zhang's complexion, and found that her skin was not only sallow, but also dry, lacking moisture, making her skin dull.

"Sister-in-law sleeps late?"

His complexion was sallow, in addition to being malnourished, he also went to bed late.

Especially the dark circle under Mrs. Zhang's eyes is very serious, and it didn't come out in the past few days at all.

Sister-in-law Zhang sighed: "Yes, you also know that our second child is only three years old this year, and he is usually very noisy, especially at night, he is always dishonest."

In the past few years, she has suffered a lot. Fortunately, the child has been shot, and her good days are coming soon.

"Your family is not very easy to coax."

Tang Xin nodded.

Living next door, Yuanshen would sometimes hear the cry of her second child.

The old Jiefang was not as stable as the cars of later generations, it kept bumping, sometimes the road was uneven, and Tang Xin would be bumped even more.

After about an hour, Lao Jiefang slowly stopped.

"finally reached."

Tang Xin heaved a sigh of relief, and she was afraid that her head would be dizzy again if she fell down again.

Sister-in-law Zhang looked at her head with concern, and seeing that it was not red, she couldn't help but said to her: "You, you just bumped your head two days ago and it hasn't healed yet. I can't wait to come to the market today."

Tang Xin grinned, and followed Sister Zhang to watch.

The current market is much more lively than the shopping malls of later generations, full of people.There are those who sell cloth, those who sell wool, and those who sell clothes and shoes. All kinds of things are in this small market.

"The flower, bird and fish market is relatively remote. I'll take you there. Be careful not to get lost."

There were so many people today, and Mrs. Zhang was afraid that something unexpected would happen to Tang Xinzhong, such as dizziness, and no one around her would be taken advantage of by local hooligans.

After walking for about ten minutes, a small flower shop came into view. There were only a few common flowers in the flower shop, roses, chamomile, lilies, carnations, and some aloe vera and cacti.

"Boss, do you have rose seeds here?"

The owner of the flower shop is a middle-aged woman, about 40 years old, with a cold face, as if she is not close to strangers.

Tang Xin's voice made the boss raise her head, and she replied coldly, "One yuan per bag."

Tang Xin was surprised by her indifferent appearance. She looked around and found that she was the only flower shop, and there were quite a few people visiting other people's houses. Only her door was deserted.

"I want a bag of seeds, thirty red roses, two pots of aloe vera, thirty chamomiles."

The boss gave Tang Xin a surprised look, as if it was the first time he met such a prodigal girl.

Now there is no such thing as sending roses on Valentine's Day in later generations. At most, it is knitting scarves or gloves for sweethearts.

The flower shop business is not easy to do.

"You fucking girl, what are you doing buying flowers?"

When Mrs. Zhang heard that she wanted to buy so much, she pulled Tang Xin aside and reprimanded her in disapproval.

Tang Xin pursed her lips and smiled: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I know it well."

In the end, Tang Xin bought what she wanted with ten yuan.

Tang Xin followed Sister-in-law Zhang to a place selling daily necessities, and bought twenty small bottles.

There are also some, in the words of Mrs. Zhang, they are strangely shaped bottles.

When she finally returned home, Tang Xin carried dozens of flowers and a large bag of things home. She was afraid of breaking her decanter when she was riding in the car, so she tightly hugged the bottle in the bag.

"A prodigal girl's film."

(End of this chapter)