Feng Qingxue, accustomed to spending generously without a second thought, moved to the counter selling pastries, candies, and preserved fruits and turned back to her two nephews, "Come over here, choose whatever you like to eat, let's buy more, several dozens of pounds of it. We can send some to relatives and friends, and some to Xiaoyue, she's pregnant and needs to nourish herself well."
When her husband was not around, Feng Qingxue dressed very plainly, even wearing old clothes with patches.
To the sales clerk, she looked downright shabby, after all, the clerk was accustomed to interacting with foreigners or high-ranking officials and their children, most of whom dressed much better than the average person. So when she heard what Feng Qingxue said, she snorted arrogantly, "Do you know where you are? This isn't some place for country bumpkins, and you're talking about buying dozens of pounds!"
Country bumpkins? Feng Qingxue looked down at herself, then looked at her two nephews.
