However, now that it's hot, many people still prefer to cook in their yards.
...
"Brother Fei, take a look for yourself, I'll go find something." Su Ruobai led the person inside.
They didn't look at the overturned stool or the broken rope on the ground.
They didn't even look at the pots and pans scattered all over the floor.
He picked up the kitchen knife and went behind the door.
He used the kitchen knife in his hand to pry open a thin piece of wood.
A package wrapped in oil paper was leaking out.
"Let's go." He went back to his room, found a military-style satchel slung across his shoulder, and put all his things inside.
That's why people should walk together.
When the two came out.
Those older women are still there.
Su Ruo looked around.
I noticed that some people had already prepared the food and left it there.
They didn't say anything.
I gripped my bag tightly and walked forward.
Fei followed leisurely behind.
As soon as the two left, the older women started discussing it.
"Is he really Xiaobai's cousin?"
"Never heard of it?"
"I've only heard that she has male cousins, but I've never heard that she has a male cousin."
"Is she a relative from her mother's side?"
"That can't be right. When his father came, he said his mother was gone!"
"Is that from her grandmother's side?"
"They're not those kinds of friends, are they?"
"Oh dear, that's possible. Her grandparents bullied her so much, it's possible she took it out on her friends."
"Yes, yes, the key point is that the young man is also a bit of a thug."
"I think so too. He's good-looking, but his demeanor doesn't seem like that of a respectable person."
...
"Hey, Aunt Hong, where are you going?" Just as we were chatting, a woman in her fifties took off her apron and put on her sleeves.
He ignored the food in the pot and rushed out in a hurry.
"The food is still in the pot!" A neighbor who was nearby quickly picked up a spatula and helped to stir it a few times.
"Keep an eye on it for me, and serve it when it's done. I have something urgent to do..." Aunt Hong didn't slow down her pace.
They couldn't bear to leave the food in the pot.
He could only turn back and give them a word of advice.
She ran to the phone booth at the alley entrance.
He was panting heavily.
"I...I'll make a phone call," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow with the cloth in her hand.
After I finished wiping, I realized that this was the cloth I used to wipe my hands while cooking.
It's all oil.
He then tossed it onto the phone keypad with a look of disgust.
The phone booth owner glared at him.
He quickly picked it up again.
The call was connected.
Aunt Hong took it.
"I...I'm looking for Grandma Su."
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