Feng Qingxue quickly made up her mind to return to her maternal home to give Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng.
She actually had some good stuff at home, which she planned to save for her family to eat. As it wasn't easy to bring it out on regular days, she went to see Wang Jiao after dinner. Coincidentally, Zhang Yuejin was still there after his meal.
"Is our cousin here? Come sit, come sit." Zhang Yuejin, who held a significant position in the Wanglou Brigade, had also attended the wedding feast in the past.
So, he recognized Feng Qingxue, and Feng Qingxue recognized him too.
Perhaps because he was a master butcher earning a good living and eating well, he was robust, tall and with handsome bushy brows big eyes. Although he had a somewhat fierce look, according to Wang Jiao's glimpses of comments, Zhang Yuejin treated her very well, which didn't bother Feng Qingxue. After all, you can't judge a book by its cover.
