Ye Cheng didn't respond, bowing her head and carefully selecting the chives in her hands, her expression earnest and focused.
"Xiaofeng," He Ximei poked her head out from the kitchen, passing an empty bottle, "Xiaofeng, we're out of soy sauce at home, go get some more soy sauce."
In those days, soy sauce was sold in barrels, and you could have as much as you asked for at a shop.
Xiaofeng stood up, took the bottle, and walked outside.
The little store was a few hundred meters away from their home, through alleys and at the end of one, there was a small grocery where she bought soy sauce for fifty cents and also picked up a pack of White Rabbit candies, ready to head back.
She had just entered the alley when she saw several women in their forties and fifties blocking her way.
