"Yes, Madam Li, please keep it. You've supported Pian Ran a lot before, and this time, these large red papers and soot ink aren't cheap," Chenzi paused, glancing at his wife.
Ji Pianran hurriedly said, "That's right, Madam Li, since Teacher Li isn't feeling well this time, use this money to help him recuperate."
To be honest, she had thought of this herself, since Teacher Li and Madam Li had helped her quite a bit in the past.
But since the money was earned by Chenzi, she didn't feel it was her place to say much.
Now, hearing Chenzi say this, she felt an indescribable comfort.
Madam Li waved her hand, "These papers and ink aren't worth much. I have a whole box of them, worth maybe twenty yuan or so. You're giving me so much, I really can't accept it."
"How about this, we'll take the money for the paper and ink, and you keep the rest, Chenzi. We can't let you and your family work for nothing," she added.