"Do you really think anything made outside can taste as good as what’s made at home? It’s only twenty-some pounds of stuff. Just put it on the cart in a bit; you don’t have to carry it yourself, so what are you worried about?"
Hou's mother shot Hou Yong a stern look, leaving no room for argument. Hou Yong spread his hands in resignation. "Mom, please, stop packing more. There’s no room left. Besides, Pan'er is going to be living in a school dorm. If you dump a whole vat of pickled vegetables in her room, how will her roommates see her?"
"What’s there to see? We all came from those times. If it really doesn't work out, just leave the pickles at your Recycling Station in the city and go eat at the station every day."
Chapter 102