As Han Jingru parked his car by the roadside and walked towards the hawker stall, the shop owner looked at him with a smile.
“It is almost summer, the sun will get stronger.” Han Jingru replied.
The boss instinctively took a pack of cigarette Han Jing usually buys. But when he looked at the car and back to Han Jingru, he felt that the cheap cigarette wasn’t suitable anymore and he asked, “Are you changing the cigarette?”
“I should be thriftier, petrol is quite expensive.” Han Jingru said.
The boss smiled and shook his head, “I don’t believe you could save your petrol money for that car by saving in cigarettes.”