Sometimes, Aunt Hui would call her daughter at home. The International phone bill was expensive, and she was a little embarrassed at Qu Zhi's house, always hanging up the phone in a hurry after a few words.
Once, Qu Zhi saw her holding up the microphone and speaking so quickly. She smiled and patted her shoulder. "Just call, it's fine! I'll deduct it from your salary, okay?"
Of course, she wouldn't do that, but it would make Aunt Hui feel better. She knew Aunt Hui's temper well.
Since then, Aunt Hui's tone had become much more natural. She would hold the microphone and speak for a long time. Sometimes, she would even mention Qu Zhi as naturally as if she was talking about her family.
Aunt Hui would call her daughter every Wednesday and Sunday.
There was a time difference between her and her daughter, so Aunt Hui had to call her on time.
