Living all her life, she looked up at her aunt. She recognized her as a widow. One person cared about the snack bar and her surname was Zhang.
The old man sat in a cane chair under the tree, shaking the pop fan, and flirting with the pretty aunt of the shop in the sunset red way.
The two men went into the kitchen together and discussed for a while. Aunt Hua went out and soon came back with an old lotus leaf and spread it on the table.
This is the first batch of red oranges in the orange garden. My aunt specifically asked me to send them to my uncle to taste.
Aunt Luo had a better life than her, and the children had nothing to contend with.