"One cent can buy quite a lot of soybeans."
The implication was, it's a big loss.
The young nephew slurped: "Really eating pig's feet? The soybeans stewed with pig's feet must be delicious! I think it's better to marry together with my aunt."
He actually understood a bit—
Chu River wanted Shi Suifeng as a bride.
Now, being somewhat confused, he sized up the tall young man in front of him just like the old women in the village do, and made a serious comment:
"Tall, big hips, sure to have sons in the future!"
These words amused Shi Suifeng to laughter.
He reached out and flicked the young nephew's head, and when the boy yelped and held his head, he fished out five cents from his pocket.
"But I don't want the two of you to jointly marry. How about this, one cent buys three popsicles, I'll give you five cents, that's 15 popsicles. You should give up on this marrying business."
