"Ah, a rare visitor, Xiao Yu, why are you accompanying your father here," now it's mid to late August, and there aren't as many people buying mats as there were a while ago, only a few customers in the mat shop.
Yu Gang and his son hadn't even entered when the sharp-eyed Mao Dazhu saw them, got up and hurriedly greeted them. Yu Gang is almost forty, and he was somewhat embarrassed to be called Xiao Yu, but since the person was several years older than his father, he responded politely.
Xiao Xian had only met Yu Gang once before, and barely recognized him at first glance.
But when Yu Gang saw Xiao Xian, he recognized her as the girl who sold sweet potatoes at Jingxi Agricultural Market, his face lit up with joy, and he was about to approach her but was held back by Mao Dazhu.
