Fang Qiao lowered her eyes and didn't ask any further questions.
It was the same in her past life; once a daughter is married, she's like water spilled from a cup. Her family keeps everything from her, whether it's a happy occasion or a shameful one.
Her older sister usually acts cute and silly in front of their parents, but when it really matters, she doesn't get much better treatment than her.
Upon learning that Fang Lu wasn't with Fang Qiao, Yang Fengxia left in a hurry without even sitting down for a drink of water.
Fang Qiao watched her departing figure, thinking: Her mother was a good mother, but not her own. Her son wasn't a good son, but he was the good son in her mother's heart.
Therefore, she had to worry about her good son until her death, and her later years were not peaceful.
It's a cycle of cause and effect, all retribution.
Not long after Yang Fengxia left, the people from the department store who were delivering sewing machines arrived.
Fang Qiao directed them to carry the sewing machine into Xiao Jing's room.
The commotion attracted Chen Guizhi from next door to come and see what was going on.
She couldn't help but ask Fang Qiao, "Your family finally bought a sewing machine! Where did you buy it? How much did it cost?"
Fang Qiao knew she didn't mean anything by it; she just wanted to compare the price with what her family had bought on the black market, so she told her the truth.
The price is ten yuan cheaper than Chen Guizhi's.
Chen Guizhi didn't feel that her family had lost out. After all, her family didn't have any sewing plane tickets, and being able to buy them on the black market for only ten yuan more than the market price was already considered a bargain.
It was hot, and the delivery workers were sweating profusely as they carried the sewing machines. Fang Qiao poured them several glasses of cool water to quench their thirst, cut a large watermelon, and invited the workers to eat, also giving Chen Guizhi a piece.
The workers reciprocated by telling Fang Qiao that next time she went to the department store, they would deliver the goods to her for free.
Fang Qiao politely agreed, but in her heart she had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.
After all, it's not easy for the workers to deliver goods in the sweltering heat; they earn their money through hard work.
After the delivery workers left, Xiaojing stroked the brand-new sewing machine with great affection, her eyes shining, showing how much she truly loved it.
Fang Qiao suggested, "Why don't we find a piece of cloth and try it?"
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