Five minutes before seven o'clock, footsteps came from outside the shop, a clacking sound like the heel of leather shoes tapping the concrete floor.
Jiang Yan was originally talking with Xiaosi, both of them casually sitting in chairs with their legs crossed, when suddenly Xiaosi put his legs down, sat up stiffly, and turned his head to look outside.
"Xiaotie, is the computer fixed yet?"
Xiaosi sprang to his feet, flashing a big white smile at the girl who was stepping in, wearing a fashionable floral dress, "It's ready, do you want to take it now?"
"Yes, I'll take it now, thank you. How much is it?"
"We replaced a part for eighty, but I won't charge you for the labor."
"That's too kind of you, you really should take something."
"No need, Mrs. Li isn't a stranger to us."
"Then thank you."
The girl smiled, reached into her crossbody bag, and handed him eighty yuan.
