It was just right; her man had officially retired, and they could make up for the lack of parental love their child had experienced while he was still young.
Chen Honghong didn't know what was going on in her mind. After uttering a sigh of "The old man is really cultured," she handed several packs of oil-paper to Gu Tingyun with a warm smile and said, "Here you go, Comrade Gu."
Then she looked at her little niece, trying to lure her home with delicious food, "Guibao, how about staying at your aunt's house for a few days? Your aunt will cook braised pork for you every day."
However, Helian Qiao shook her head and said seriously, "No, I have to bring some meat buns home for grandma."
Chen Honghong wanted to coax her a little more, but other customers came into the co-op, "Comrade, what do you sell here?"
A young woman, who was obviously from the countryside based on her dress and appearance, stood at the door of the co-op, peeking inside somewhat nervously.