Looking at it this way, it makes one feel a bit sorry for them.

Although she felt sorry, Jiang Ran was not a savior and obviously couldn’t buy them all.

Jiang Ran held Pei Jing’s small hand and discussed with him. They decided to pick two kittens each and not buy more than that.

Pei Jing quickly made his choice. He picked two white kittens, one pure white and the other with a small round patch of black fur on its head, about the size of a coin.

Jiang Ran picked two orange kittens.

But their fur was somewhat long, and it was unclear what breed they were.

However, the breed wasn’t very important.

The kittens were really not expensive.

One was just one yuan.

Who would believe that you could buy a cat for one yuan before the story switched?

They didn’t have anything to carry the cats in, so they had to put them in the hood of Jiang Ran’s cloak.

Fortunately, the hood was large enough and the kittens small enough, so it could hold them.

Since there were four kittens in the hood, Pei Huai took over the basket on Jiang Ran’s back.

Pei Huai carrying a basket in front and one behind didn’t look ridiculous at all.

On the contrary, it made him seem very powerful.

Jiang Ran thought about this and quickly looked away.

No, she couldn’t keep looking.

This had to be a filter in her perception.

With all the necessary purchases done and four little kittens needing care at home, they didn’t delay any longer and headed straight home.

Fortunately, the distance wasn’t far, and it didn’t take long for them to return home successfully.

Once home, Pei Jing excitedly wanted to find a nest for the kittens.

The kittens were indeed so small that they needed a warm nest.

A cardboard box could suffice, but Jiang Ran didn’t want to settle for that, and Pei Jing didn’t either.

Pei Baoshan then chuckled and said, "I can weave one with bamboo strips, it won’t take long."

Pei Baoshan’s bamboo weaving skills were excellent, and he’d been at it for many years.

He wove quickly.

With Jiang Ran and Wang Cuilan cooking, Pei Baoshan could focus solely on weaving.

Pei Jing was very curious, perhaps a bit impatient.

He moved a small stool and sat directly across from Pei Baoshan, propping his chin in his hands and watching eagerly as Pei Baoshan worked.

After setting the soup to simmer, Jiang Ran came out of the kitchen and saw this scene.

Suddenly, Jiang Ran recalled her own childhood.

As a child, she would also sit by her grandfather’s side just like that, resting her chin and watching him handle herbs.

Those memories were too distant; now when she tried to recall them, she couldn’t even remember her grandfather’s likeness.

At this thought, Jiang Ran’s expression became somewhat forlorn.

Pei Huai walked over and saw the forlorn look on Jiang Ran’s face.

"Ranran, what’s wrong?"

Jiang Ran snapped back at the sound of Pei Huai’s voice, then shook her head. "Nothing, just reminiscing about some childhood things."

Following Jiang Ran’s gaze, Pei Huai’s eyes flashed with a look of sudden understanding.

He remembered that when he was little, he would also watch his grandfather weave things like that.

It’s inevitable to be moved by familiar settings.

Even though Jiang Ran was unwilling to forgive the Jiang family...

Pei Huai stopped his train of thought, respecting Jiang Ran’s decision and choosing not to advise her for her own good.

Jiang Ran had no idea that in such a short moment, Pei Huai had thought so much.