The old woman hiding her money was a rather awkward sight. Just imagine: in broad daylight, untying her waistband and stuffing a hand down her pants. What a cringeworthy scene.
Fortunately, the old woman was quick. No one else was around, so besides the two of them, nobody witnessed the scene.
Once the old woman had hidden the money, Yuan Si pulled her toward the street where they had gone to the market last time.
"Yuan Si, where are we going?" the old woman asked, one hand on her lower abdomen while her granddaughter tugged at the other.
"Didn't we talk about making pickled vegetables last time? We still don't have any pickling jars at home. Since we're already here, let's go take a look and grab a couple to bring home." Yuan Si glanced at her grandmother's posture. "And Grandma, don't keep your hand over the money. It's not going to run away. If you clutch it like that, everyone will know you've hidden money there." 'So helpless.'
