After introducing her husband, Feng Qingxue remembered to ask the old lady what to call her.
The old lady laughed, "I was a child bride, I took my husband's surname, Cheng. My girl, I know your husband's name is Lu Jiang, but you have not told me your name yet? Where do you live? Once my son gets off work, we must come to thank you."
"My name is Feng Qingxue, and there's no need to thank me, I merely offered a helping hand at the time."
"To you, my dear, it was just a helping hand, but do you know how rare such gestures are?" Mrs. Cheng sighed deeply, "Your helping hand saved our lives! Come on, it's midday, let me take you out to a restaurant!"
Feng Qingxue hurriedly refused.
To visit a state-owned restaurant would cost money and Grain Tickets. How could she allow Mrs. Cheng, who might not have a regular job or a city residence permit, to spend so much?
Moreover, she and her family had bought a fair amount of fish and meat today, they won't miss a single meal.
