Wu Shufen said reproachfully, "If Old Chen gave it to you, then you should keep it. We have enough to eat and wear; we don't need these things."
"You and Dad can use the khaki cloth to have some clothes made. Your sisters-in-law like Dacron, so you can have them made into shirts. The thin cotton is for Little Douzi; he doesn't have any summer clothes."
As she spoke, Lin Lan took out the milk powder. "This is milk powder. It's more nutritious than malted milk. You and Dad should remember to mix a bowl and drink it before bed. It will help you sleep better."
"Alright, alright! We'll be sure to drink it." Wu Shufen's eyes grew red as she looked at her daughter. 'My little girl has finally matured,' she thought. 'Now let's see which of those gossips from the production team dares to wag their tongues about her again!'
A short while later, the three brothers—Lin Guoqiang and the others—returned with Little Douzi. Wu Shufen was overjoyed as she held her grandson.
