"Okay then, money and tickets!" Aunt Guo extended her hand in front of Jiang Guoli.
"You're my wife. I ask you to do something for the family, and you want to take my money and tickets?" Jiang Guoli immediately became anxious.
Aunt Guo glared at him impatiently. "What are you thinking? You have to host a feast at home tomorrow. Stop worrying about money and tickets for groceries."
"Fine... Fine." Jiang Guoli calmed down, and reluctantly took out five yuan and a meat coupon from his pocket.
"How many people are you planning to invite?" Aunt Guo didn't immediately accept the money, but asked first to clarify.
She didn't want to buy groceries with the money he gave, only to have him criticize her later.
Jiang Guoli's eyes turned red, and he choked out, "It's not a good thing. No one will have much appetite to eat. Just stir-fry some vegetables and a little meat, and make a simple egg dish. Five or six dishes per table, set up three tables, that should be enough."