"That neighbor..." Ma Ma thought for a while: "They moved here over two months ago, a mother and daughter pair. The woman, in her forties, opened a clothing store in the market below..." pointing to the pants she was wearing: "These were made by her. The labor cost isn't expensive, and they are comfortable and look nice. Those of us who are older in this compound recognize her craftsmanship. The boy seems to be about twenty, but he rarely goes out, only occasionally helping to close up the stall. Both mother and son aren't very talkative, just nodding and greeting when they see people, not very familiar."
Ma Yutian was smearing an egg on his face to soothe the bruises, picking up where his wife left off: "We really owe them for what happened today. We need to thank them properly tonight. We can't be so ungrateful."
