But the distance between them, neither too close nor too distant, made her somewhat unsettled.

Lu Wujiu didn't understand Su Jiaoniang's thoughts. As he walked down the street, he saw a woman with disheveled clothes and a face red from the cold knocking on doors from house to house. Occasionally, a door would open. Walking down the street, he could hear the rhythm of men and women working together.

His ear tips were slightly red.

If it's during an interrogation, or when someone is being monitored.

He can remain calm and composed even in such situations.

But she must have heard it too.

Su Jiaoniang remained calm; in this situation, she simply pretended not to see it.

When Su Jiaoniang knocked on Su Li's door, Deng Shi opened it. As she got closer to Deng Shi, Su Jiaoniang could clearly see that Deng Shi's fingers were swollen and chubby, and she looked surprised.

Open the door.

When her gaze fell on Lu Wujiu, she paused for a moment.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang.

“It’s me, my friend,” Su Jiaoniang said.

Mrs. Deng chuckled and led the person to the small courtyard.

The courtyard was a bit messy, and Su Li wasn't home.

Stepping inside, you can see a four-year-old child sleeping on the bed, skinny and bony.

"Is this my nephew?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Mrs. Deng nodded: "His nickname is Da Bao, and his formal name is Su Quanfu."

Da Bao, Quan Fu! The name is very ordinary, but it represents the parents' love for their child.

Expectations for children.

"Where is Su Li?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Mrs. Deng smiled and said, "He needs to work the night watch, so he found a job emptying chamber pots these past two days. By doing more work, he can earn more money."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched her stomach.

This should be salvageable.