Gangzi invited me into the house, and I followed him in without any formality. As soon as I entered, I saw a lady in her fifties tidying up.
Seeing us come in, the lady approached enthusiastically, taking Gangzi's coat to hang on the rack, "Young Master, would you like something to eat?"
Gangzi nodded and then looked at me, "Have something to eat before you go. This is Mrs. He, I could say she's like a second mother to me; she's raised me since I was little."
Mrs. He looked at me with an appropriately pleasant smile, "You must be the Young Master's friend, a most impressive one at that."
Hearing Mrs. He's words, I narrowed my eyes slightly and greeted her, "Hello, Mrs. He, I'm Gangzi's college classmate. I'm truly imposing today."
Mrs. He nodded, repeating "Alright, alright, alright," before turning and heading into the kitchen.
Gangzi and I sat on the sofa in the living room while Mrs. He emerged with a plate of freshly-cut fruit, "Here, have some fruit to tide you over."
