Buy a Hundred Chocolates, Get a Free Case of Anxiety

Once the family had money, her cupboards remained packed with snacks she could not bear to discard, even after they expired. “She hoards compensation,” Su said. “Not all of it.” The Riddle-Heart remained dark. Zhou's daughter arrived. Instead of ordering her mother to let go, she produced a cheap unwrapped chocolate. “Mom, I never blamed you. The bear you steamed from brown sugar and flour tasted better.” Zhou stared, tasted Deep-Sea Reserve, and frowned. “It's this bitter? Why did I fight for it?” She gave nineteen boxes to those waiting and placed the final empty package into the empty shelf compartment. “An empty tomorrow cannot starve yesterday,” Chen said.