"Is the Liang family home?"
Wang Xiangxiu stood at the entrance and called out.
"Is there a family surnamed Liang here? The young man isn't very tall, quite stocky, with single eyelids," she added. "Oh yes, he works at the textile factory and took over the job at the end of last year."
"Oh, you mean the Liang family! They live over there. Mrs. Liang, there's a woman outside looking for your son…"
Wang Xiangxiu quickly corrected, "No, no, I'm not looking for their son. I'm looking for the elderly couple…"
"Oh, Old Lady Hu, come out for a moment."
It was dinner time, and Old Lady Hu, holding a steamed bun, came out and asked, "Who are you…?"
She found the woman in front of her somewhat familiar but couldn't place her. "Are you looking for our family?"
The woman did look familiar, but she didn't recognize her.
"Who are you?"
