Zhang Xiaoying had to deal with many details.
Every time she went over, she would be surrounded by people, bombarded with questions.
It was no different this time.
Zhang Xiaoying explained patiently, over and over again why things were done this way or that way, until they fully understood.
Although she didn't know how long she would live there, given the chance, Zhang Xiaoying would make her living conditions as comfortable as possible.
Otherwise, wouldn't spending money and still being uncomfortable be a waste?
"Xiaoying from the Guitian Family, when we build a new house next year, could you come and explain how you managed to make a thatched hut that doesn't stink inside the house? I've been looking for a long time and can't make heads or tails of it."
Once Zhang Xiaoying was done with her chores, Mrs. Mao found the perfect opportunity to pull her aside.
