This was the first time I felt an adult woman's hand. It was big, warm, and rough. It was an indescribable feeling, but it felt warm inexplicably. It would be great if my mother was still here.
Ling Xiaowei didn't say it, but deep down in her heart, she still hoped that her biological mother would be by her side.
"Let's go buy some New Year's goods." Zhang Cuifen withdrew her hand, turned around, pushed the tricycle, and walked forward.
The cream was so fragrant. My dry face was moisturized, and I suddenly felt very beautiful. I reached out and touched it. My originally rough face became much softer and smoother.
"Sister, it smells so good, it smells so good..." Mingming came close to Ling Xiaowei's face, sniffed it, and said happily.
The car pushed down a simple cement archway at the entrance of Zhao Shopping Mall, with three large mottled black characters saying "Zhao Shopping Mall" on it. This Zhao Shopping Mall is the largest shopping mall in the town, just across the street from the high school teaching building.
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Entering from the archway, you will find a large open space where you can buy all kinds of things. You can buy everything for home use, food, and entertainment.
There are many stalls set up in the huge open space. These stalls are all rented. Unlike outside, the stalls outside are for the market and are only set up during the New Year or festivals.
It's different here, it can be set up every day.
The place was quite messy and cars couldn't get in. Zhang Cuifen parked the car at the door, locked it with a lock, then put on a military coat, hugged Ming Ming, and led Ling Xiaowei toward the crowded place.
They are all people! Adults, children, and many other things.
These things cannot be seen on ordinary days. Ling Xiaowei noticed carefully that she did not see the woolen items she hooked up.
Walking to a clothes shop, Zhang Cuifen bought a small blue cotton-padded coat for Mingming, and also bought a purple plaid cotton-padded jacket for herself. Ling Xiaowei didn't like this color, which made her look dark, but Zhang Cuifen herself seemed very...
like.
The shop lady who buys clothes will always praise the person's appearance regardless of whether the person wearing it looks good or not.
Finally, Zhang Cuifen also bought a navy blue cotton-padded jacket for her father, which cost fifteen yuan! This was a bit surprising to Ling Xiaowei. She had never bought clothes for her father in her previous life.
After buying clothes, she bought shoes, but when she saw that the shoes were not cheap, Zhang Cuifen still didn't want to part with them. In the end, she bought a pair of socks.
"Xiaowei, there is a cloth seller in front of you. Let's go and buy some cloth for you." Zhang Cuifen had big and small bags in her hands, and she was also holding Mingming. There were so many people here that it was difficult to even take a step.
"Auntie, give me twenty yuan and I'll buy it myself! I know what materials are suitable for my own clothes. There are too many people here, and you also have a lot of stuff. You'd better take Mingming to the car and wait for me.
." Ling Xiaowei said this for Zhang Cuifen's sake.
Zhang Cuifen hesitated for a moment, then agreed, gave Ling Xiaowei 20 yuan, and went out with Mingming and her things.
Ling Xiaowei took the money, walked inside, and found the woolen cloth she needed in a cloth store.
"Boss, how do you sell woolen material of this color?" Ling Xiaowei asked.
"Eight yuan a meter," the boss replied.
Cloth is not cheap either! She has to buy two meters, which is sixteen yuan, and the remaining money is not enough to buy cotton and buttons.
"Boss, you should be cheaper. Eight yuan is too expensive. Nowadays, a coat costs less than twenty yuan. It's still well-made, but your cloth is still so expensive!" Ling Xiaowei bargained eloquently.