Rose Blooms: Revenge on My Best Friend Who Killed Me

Today, with my help, the cotton socks on the stall were sold out very quickly.

During dinner, my mother stood in front of me, feeling embarrassed. She vigorously wiped her rough hands on her apron and took out a wrinkled banknote.

"Daisy, I earned a lot of money today. Take it and buy something delicious."

I smiled and took the small stack of money, "Thank you, Mom. I'll go shopping with you tomorrow."

My mom was slightly stunned, and there were hidden tears flashing in the bottom of her eyes, "Okay... Okay..."

This was the first time in my two lifetimes that I went to the morning market to shop with my mom. The crowd was bustling, and from above, it looked like a moving electronic painting, with occasional smells of chicken and duck droppings in the air.

The sound of adults hoarsely selling goods came to my ears.

My mom tightly held my hand and pulled me out of the crowd.

"Daisy, there are so many people. Stay close to me."

My mom still set off to the cotton socks store today, and went to another cotton jacket store to choose a few pieces of beautifully styled clothing.

I held the sweaty money in my hand and turned a few corners to a hairpin store and bought a few beautiful hairpins.

These things sold well and there was no problem with unsold inventory.