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Red Bean Paste Mooncake

  Chapter 78: Mung Bean Paste Mooncake

  Tian Wei's hands moved quickly, and she immediately ran over to retrieve the package. Her face darkened as she said, "Second Uncle, this is my stuff! Did you get my permission before opening it? Don't you know that you should respect personal privacy?"

  "What is privacy?" Zhao Qiuxiang was puzzled.

  "What privacy? What secrets can a little kid like you have? I'm your second uncle, what's wrong with me checking your stuff?" Tian Gui snatched the package back and with a burst of strength, he ripped open the box. Zhao Qiu Xiang rushed over, looked inside, and pulled out the contents.

  "Cut... I thought it was money~ not~" Zhao Qiuxiang took a look at the gift box and knew it wasn't money, with a disappointed face. Then she carefully opened the red gift box, "It's mooncakes! Oh, this is a box of mooncakes! The packaging is so beautiful, I thought it had something else inside."

  Tian Wei was already crying with rage, clutching the letter, her whole body trembling with anger. What kind of elder would snatch her things and dismantle them without her consent?

  As soon as Tian Wan saw the tears in her eyes, Tian Mao Chun's heart ached. He walked over and directly took away the box and mooncake gift box, then handed them to Tian Wan, saying: "You two are both uncles and aunts, fighting with a child for things, is that right? Look at how you've made Wan cry! These things were sent by Jiang Jun for Tian Wan, they belong to Wan. Not even the eldest brother and his wife can take them away from her, what are you two doing?"

  Tian Mu Chun didn't quite understand what privacy rights were, but he understood the concept of privacy. He knew that Tian Yuan was unhappy because her second brother's family had taken her things without her consent and even opened her packages.

  "It's just something, let's take a look, where did we rob, it's a child's thing, what can't be seen!" Tian Gui sneered, "Dad, you're just protecting Yuanyuan."

  "You're the elder, and you're taking things from kids? Is that reasonable?" Tian Biao glared at Tian Gui, comforting Tian Huan, "This is your second uncle's fault, Huanhuan. You've read books, so you know about privacy rights. Your second uncle can barely recognize a few big characters, he didn't study well in the past, so he doesn't understand. Don't be angry with your second uncle and aunt, okay? Don't cry."

  "Hey big brother, you haven't read many books either, yet you're talking about me!" Tian Gui retorted, unwilling to concede.

  "Yuan Yuan, don't cry. Look, Jiang Jun that little brat sent you mooncakes. These mooncakes look expensive, they must be delicious. Hurry back home and let Jia Bao and Lu Lu try some." Tian Mao Chun comforted Tian Yuan in his arms.

  "Pshaw, a box of mooncakes, what's the big deal? Must you cry like that?" Zhao Qiuxiang couldn't take it anymore and walked away, muttering to herself, "Just looking for an excuse to be lazy."

  "It's not a big deal, just a box of bean paste mooncakes. If you go to the county town to buy it, it won't cost much money, maybe just over ten yuan. Since it's not a big deal, I won't share it with you!" Tianyuan was really annoyed, this kind of person is annoying, and she looked down on her with disdain. Who was so cheap as to touch her things just now?

  Tian Wei suddenly felt a bit childish, it wasn't that she was petty or really cared about a box of mooncakes, but the feeling of being bullied was really unpleasant.

  "What? Bean paste mooncake?" Zhao Qiuxiang was taken aback, she couldn't read and had only guessed that the gift box contained mooncakes. There was another layer inside the gift box, which she hadn't opened and didn't know what it looked like.

  Bean paste mooncake? In the countryside, during Mid-Autumn Festival, families who celebrate a bit better will go to town to buy sesame seed cakes as mooncakes. It's all about auspiciousness and unity, so she can only think of those big round sesame seed mooncakes sold in town.

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