The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Dr. Song snorted coldly, rubbed his chin as if he was thinking, and said after a while, "If you take something from someone else, you must have to pay something."

"Okay, I'll give you the money, how much? By the way, and my mother's consultation fee, I'll give you a piece as well."

Song Dejiang was annoyed, "Who wants your stinky money? What do you think of me? I treated your mother to help Bai Yang pay back your favor. Besides, my precious medical book is just a little bit of yellow and white. Can anything be compared?"

Gu Yundong was about to be driven mad by this lunatic, and her patience was completely lost.

"Then what do you want? What do you want me to pay? Hurry up and say."

"Hmph, then you can give me two catties of sugar." Song Dejiang looked arrogant.

"Ah?" Gu Yundong almost choked on his own saliva.

"Ah what? You can give that surname Cao, but you can't give it to me?"

Last night, Song Dejiang was almost tortured to extract a confession, and finally the shopkeeper Cao told him what Gu Yundong had mysteriously told him that time, so that he happily walked away and did not hold him accountable.

It was only then that she realized that the bag of sugar was actually given by her.

Gu Yundong's face is full of black lines, so you acted like a show for a long time, just for two pounds of white sugar?

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Song Dejiang frowned and hesitated, "Two kilograms is too much? Well, forget it, just one kilogram, isn't that a high requirement?"

Gu Yundong still didn't speak.

Song Dejiang couldn't help it a little bit, "You must have a pound, right? Wouldn't it be okay if you didn't give me the share of the surname Cao? Anyway, you don't owe the favor of the surname Cao, you owe me. If If you think you can't go back on your word, then give it to him, give him one or two, you didn't promise to give much anyway."

"Doctor Song, do you like sweets?" Gu Yundong thought about it for a long time and finally asked.

Song Dejiang refused to admit, "I didn't."

Gu Yundong raised his eyebrows, and stopped buying ties, "Okay, I'll give it to you. Doctor Song, wait here first, take care of my mother for me, and I'll be back soon."

"Ok, no problem."

Gu Yundong went to the inn, and when he came out of the room, the cloth bag in his hand had some weight.

Song Dejiang was standing in the room walking around when he heard footsteps and rushed up to meet him.

Gu Yundong put the cloth bag on the table and held a bowl in the other hand.

Song Dejiang was stunned, "What?"

"Open it and see."

Song Dejiang always felt that something was going to explode, but he still couldn't control his hand that was about to move, and opened the cloth bag.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the hairs on his body seemed to explode.

Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar?

He didn't think about it at all just now, after all, he decided that even if Gu Yundong gave sugar, he would only give a pound.

But here, there are ten pounds, right?

Where the hell did this girl come from? Isn't it hard to buy it in Beijing?

"These are all for you. You won't accept my mother's consultation fee, so I have to use this instead." Gu Yundong lifted the lid of the bowl beside him again, "This is candy, I made it myself, it's sweet and delicious, You can try it."

Song Dejiang glanced at it, took a candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ah ah ah ah, it's delicious enough to cry, fragrant and sweet, I feel that life has reached its peak.

Gu Yundong asked him, "How does it taste?"

Song Dejiang nodded calmly, "It's okay."

"Then eat slowly, I'll take my mother back to rest first."

Song Dejiang still nodded, but as soon as she went out, he instantly put two fruit candies in his mouth, and then sat on the ground with the bag of white sugar in his arms, crying.

I'm so excited, there's a lot of white sugar, I don't have to steal other people's food anymore, God treats him well.

"By the way, there is one more thing..." Gu Yundong suddenly left and returned.

Song Dejiang stood up in a second, firmly controlling the expression on his face.