"May I ask what's the matter?"
"My husband's surname is Zhang, Zhang Peikun. My name is Yu Xiaoyan.
I came over today to ask what your family is cooking? The aroma is too tempting, and my kids are craving it so much. Could you sell us some?"
They were talking at the door, and the east-side door also opened. Another woman came out, older than Yu Xiaoyan.
"Sister Yang, you came over too?"
"Of course, the delicious aroma is wafting through the air, making it unbearable at home."
"Little girl, I'm your eastern neighbor. My family's name is Cheng Jianxing, and my name is Yang Yue Mei."
"Hello to both ladies. Have I affected your family's life?"
The two smiled, but there was a hint lacking in their eyes. Jiang Xinyu, having seen the negative aspects of human nature in her past life, was clear about their demeanor.
"Little girl, your family conditions are really good."
"It's okay, my own salary is high, I can eat whatever I want."
