The middle-aged man turned and went back into the hardware store.
The little girl, Willow, clutched the ten-yuan bill in her hand, her eyes fixed on his retreating back.
"Sis."
Her little brother's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.
Willow turned her head to look at him and asked calmly, "What is it?"
Glenn held out the single, light-as-a-feather yuan. "You keep this for me, Sis."
"That's from your dad." Willow didn't take it, her expression blank. "Let's go. We have to get home and do our crafts."
"Sis, can we have meat today?" Glenn asked.
Willow thought for a moment, then said, "Let's have egg fried rice today."
Glenn pouted, his head drooping in disappointment.
Seeing his expression, Willow added, "If that lady is willing to sell us two yuan worth of meat, then we can have meat today."
"Okay!" Glenn's thin face was full of determination. "I'll make sure to beg that lady to sell to us!"
