Jiang Xiaoxiao bought half a pound of meat. The butcher was their neighbor.
He even specially cut her half a pound of meat with a lot of fat.
Jiang Xiaoxiao kept asking for lean meat, but the man simply didn't listen.
He probably thought the little girl was too shy to insist.
After all, in this era, every household preferred more fat and less lean meat, so they could render fat for oil. Who could understand Jiang Xiaoxiao's troubles?
She didn't want the fatty meat.
But it was their special care.
Jiang Xiaoxiao carried the half pound of meat and walked back with her third brother, Jiang Shitou.
Jiang Shitou was sulking, "Xiao Xiao! How about I change my name? They keep calling me Shitou, Shitou, it's too unpleasant. I feel it's embarrassing. I asked, Dad said I can! Just a word with the police station will do.
What do you think I should change it to?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled.
Here it comes.
Third brother just didn't like the name Jiang Shitou.
