Aunt Song was already grateful to Xia Baozhu, and now seeing her appearance and temperament, she was simply amazed. She praised Xia Baozhu as beautiful inside and out.

"Auntie, you flatter me." Xia Baozhu smiled, her emotions not fluctuating much. She had heard praise like this countless times since she was a child.

"I'm not exaggerating. Let me show you some photos of our factory." After making tea, Aunt Song turned around, took out her own photo album, and sat down next to Xia Baozhu.

“I started working early. Back then, the factory would secretly evaluate who was good-looking, unlike now where they do it openly on TV.”

"Look at a picture of me when I was young."

Xia Baozhu spent half an hour looking at the photo album at Aunt Song's house and learned quite a bit about Aunt Song's family.

This Aunt Song is too honest; she has no sense of caution at all.

So when Aunt Song asked Xia Baozhu about the purpose of her outing today, she told her the truth.

"I'm out looking for a job."

"Xia, are you married?" Aunt Song looked at Xia Baozhu's hands, which seemed out of place with her generous demeanor; they looked like hands that had been used to doing chores.

"You're married." Xia Baozhu's expression turned sour.

"Did your in-laws say something to you?" Aunt Song asked, sounding like someone who had been through it all.

"No, I just want to find a job." Xia Baozhu forced a smile, her face full of agreement that Aunt Song was right.

Seeing that Xia Baozhu was unwilling to say more, Aunt Song felt pity for her.

This beautiful girl must have suffered a lot of grievances in her husband's family; you can tell just by looking at her hands.

She had seen this kind of thing many times. Her daughter-in-law, because she didn't have a job, was considered to be doing a lot of housework as if she was just eating for free.

"Well, it's just that suitable jobs are hard to find these days. I'll help you look for one too."

"Thank you for your help, Aunt Song." Xia Baozhu smiled.

"No trouble at all, thank you so much for today. I'm retired and have nothing to do, I'll have my kids come and tell you if there's a suitable job."

Aunt Song wrote down Xia Baozhu's address.

"Come visit whenever you have time!" Aunt Song called out from behind. Xia Baozhu turned around and waved.

A blue canvas bag was hanging on her handlebars, containing three apples, a handful of candy, and a small bag of roasted broad beans that Aunt Song insisted she take.

Aunt Song originally wanted her to stay for dinner, but considering it was unsafe to go back too late at night, she didn't insist.

Although it took a long time, I learned that Aunt Song's son works at the Industry and Commerce Bureau and her son-in-law works at the Tobacco Bureau.

She can ask Aunt Song's son for help with getting the certificate in the future.

It seems that doing good deeds can be quite rewarding.

Xia Baozhu felt a great sense of accomplishment.