"That's for your spending money. If you give it to Tan Zhen, I'll stop giving you money," Tan You said, her voice growing a little louder. "Grandpa, you need to keep an eye on her."
"Don't worry, no one is getting their hands on my eldest granddaughter's money." Tan Deming played along with Tan You. "That's money you worked hard for. How could we let someone else take it? Tan Zhen's family runs a cake shop and sells incense and fireworks. They earn plenty, but they've never brought anything back for the family."
"I promise I won't give her any money," Wang Hunv chimed in. "Her family has a cake shop, but they've never brought anything like that home. The first cake I ever ate was one Tan You made for me."
"Unbelievably stingy."
