"I used to only drink Brazilian coffee beans, but they are no longer available. This one is from Indonesia. You can try it." Wen Xueman picked up the exquisite coffee cup with her slender fingers and leaned on the sofa with a leisurely posture.

An Hua took a sip, and the rich aroma of coffee spread in her mouth.

She said: “The quality is still good.”

Wen Xueman smiled, "I have invited several people to drink coffee, and they all vomited. Only you can drink it. I heard that your father is a university professor? Are you studying Western music?"

An Hua nodded, "Yes, I play the violin."

Wen Xueman's eyes lit up, "I wonder if I have the honor to listen to this song."

An Hua looked regretful and said, "I'm so sorry, I left my piano in the provincial capital and didn't bring it with me."

Wen Xueman was depressed for a moment and sighed, "Old Chen doesn't let me listen to the phonograph, doesn't let me dance, and even has to ask him to review any book I read. My spiritual world is as desolate as this hellhole."

An Hua didn't answer.

Wen Xueman suddenly perked up and looked at An Hua expectantly, "It's good that you're here. I'll have someone to talk to in the future. To be honest, I don't get along with them at all, but the first time I saw you, I felt that we were the same kind of people."

An Hua smiled. If Wen Xueman continued to live like this, she would be in trouble in two years. If she were in a different time and space environment, she might become friends with Wen Xueman, but for now, she decided to have less contact with Wen Xueman.

After sitting for a while, An Hua said goodbye.

The second place they visited was the home of Deputy Political Commissar Wang. Deputy Political Commissar Wang’s wife was called Liao Sanmei, and she had just visited An Hua with Zhou Meihua.

"Hey, you're so polite. What else are you bringing? Take it home and feed it to your children!"

"It's just a little bit of trough cake, just to show my appreciation, sister-in-law, please accept it."

The two of them chatted for a while before Liao Sanmei accepted the pastries embarrassedly.

She invited An Huan to come in and sit down, but An Huan declined.

It was the same at Zhou Meihua's house. They tore the cake for a long time before sending it out.

"Sister, you are too polite... Come to my house with Deputy Commander Xiao for dinner tonight. I will kill a chicken and stew it now."

A little boy of about seven or eight years old immediately clapped his hands and howled: "Ah~ah~eat chicken~eat chicken~"

"This little calf only knows how to be greedy!" Zhou Meihua scolded her little son with a smile, then turned to An Hua, "Really, you must come over!"

An Huayu: "I still have a lot of work to do at home. There's no rush today. We can live next door. There will be plenty of opportunities to come and eat at sister-in-law's table in the future. Just don't look down on me when the time comes."

Zhou Meihua just felt that An Hua spoke nicely, and even her rejections made people feel comfortable.

She gave An Hua a helpless look and said, "Okay, next time I invite you, don't be so slow."

An Hua smiled and nodded.

The last home we visited was Yu Baoshan’s.

The person who opened the door was the girl who was peeping at the corner in the morning.

When she saw An Hua at the door, her eyes dropped unconsciously and she stammered, "Who are you looking for?"

"I just moved in next door. I came to say hello. Are you Hongying's sister-in-law's sister?"

The girl nodded slightly, "My name is Hongxia, my elder sister and brother-in-law are both at work and not at home..."

"It's okay." An Huayu glanced at Miss Hongxia.

She has a pretty face and slightly dark skin. She wears a pink shirt and the long braids hanging in front of her chest are black and shiny. She looks healthy and sunny, which fits the aesthetic of that era.

An Huayu: "I heard my lover mention you."

Ge Hongxia raised her head and asked, "Did Brother Xiao mention me?"

Brother Xiao?

It’s not that An Hua is suspicious, it’s just that the expression of this Miss Hongxia is too easy to make people think of something.

An Hua smiled: "He said you are diligent and virtuous, a good girl."

Ge Hongxia's face turned red instantly. She twisted her braids with her fingers and bit her lower lip lightly, looking like a little girl.

An Hua was certain of something in her heart. She asked calmly, "You came from your hometown, right? When did you come?"