An Jing had intended to help An Fu up, but her aloof husband had beaten her to it, lifting up An Fu before she could.
Shi Xiaolan was already choking up again, unable to speak for a moment.
Yet, it was An Fu, whom Xiao Changyi had helped up, who said with tears of gratitude, "You saved our entire family, you are our family's great benefactor."
An Jing couldn't help but laugh through her tears, "Isn't that a bit too serious..." It was only about buying a hundred pounds of tofu from them.
"It's not serious! You really are our family's great benefactor!" Shi Xiaolan insisted through her choked voice. "An Jing, you don't understand, our family can no longer survive... If it weren't for the kind-hearted uncles, aunties, and folks in the village who occasionally help us out, we would have been unable to carry on a long time ago."
Hearing Shi Xiaolan say this, An Jing felt a sigh of relief in her heart: At last, there's a normal village, which is An Village.
