Upon hearing this, Qiu Ju knew that the young man before her was none other than the Zhang Xiaohua of years past.
She covered her mouth, giggled, and stepped aside, saying: "Xiao Hua, come in quickly."
Zhang Xiaohua entered Qiu Ju's room, and it was clearly different from the small house he had once lived in. There was a soil Kang (heated brick bed) for sleeping, and Qiu Ju invited Zhang Xiaohua in late at night. The small house was more like a living room, with a small table in the center and stools surrounding it. Zhang Xiaohua sat down, and Qiu Ju picked up the teapot from the side, pouring a cup of hot tea for Zhang Xiaohua with a smile. She handed it over to him and said, "Xiao Hua, have a cup of hot tea to warm your body."
Zhang Xiaohua took the tea, took a sip, and was about to put it down when Qiu Ju said, "Don't put it down, just hold it like that. It will warm your hands too."
Zhang Xiaohua was surprised and said with a smile, "Sister Qiu Ju, you are really meticulous."
