"Uncle, auntie, this is some rice grain I portioned for you both, and this jar is pickled vegetables that our nanny, Aunt Luo, helped prepare," Xu Xiuxiu said as she set down the items in the living room, placing the jar beside them. "She's skilled and the taste is pretty good, too. We have plenty at home, so I thought I'd bring a jar over for you. It's not easy to go out to buy groceries in this weather; this jar of pickles will be great with meals!"
"Girl, thank you so much for your thoughtful kindness. We're just two old folks not sure how to repay your generosity," the old lady said, her pleasant face beaming with a smile. It seemed she suddenly remembered that Xu Xiuxiu and the others might not know their names, so she introduced herself, "Look at me, so busy welcoming and bothering you all that I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Su Ya, and this is my husband, Zheng Baochuan. We're just an old couple, you're all younger, just call us uncle and auntie, that's fine."
