"Give them six dollars and a towel blanket, that should be enough."
May 1st blinked at Zhang the Second, "My dear Second Uncle, when your nephew gets married in the future, please don't give gifts, it's not easy for you."
Zhang the Second was amused and grinned widely, picking him up, "Little rascal, you better remember that."
May 1st patted his chest: "I won't forget, just watch."
"Second Uncle, what about you? What did you prepare?"
Upon hearing Ping'an, Zhang the Second hugged May 1st with both arms, freeing one hand to show, "Look at the scar on my hand, see it? Your Second Uncle is poor, so I have to do it myself."
"Furniture?"
"I'm not your father." Zhang the Second finished speaking, chuckling sheepishly, "Actually, your dad is quite good, but he loves to tinker around too much, your Second Uncle can't keep up."
"Box?"
