Jiang Jiahua looked at the two gift boxes on the back of Gu Xiaobei's bicycle and asked, "What is this for?"
Gu Xiaobei answered nonchalantly, "Oh, I'm selling these."
Jiang Jiahua was curious about how much this young woman needed money and how much she was willing to struggle. The translation drafts she wrote could earn more money than most people. Now she is doing business, eating cold biscuits on the road in this cold weather. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you so hard-pressed for money?"
Gu Xiaobei looked at him oddly, "Is there a time when you don't need money?"
Jiang Jiahua shook his head and chuckled, "Human desires are endless. Isn't it nice to be content? At least you don't have to work this hard."
Gu Xiaobei responded seriously, "People have different pursuits. What you see as comfort, I see as idleness."
