The next day, just as dawn barely broke, Lu Yuanfeng pushed his family's wooden cart to Zhao Yun's house.
He loaded the cold noodles and raspberry juice made by Mu Shuangshuang into two wooden barrels.
Cheerfully, he headed towards the town.
Old Mu Family—
Mr. Mu took out a navy blue shirt that he usually wore only during the New Year or festivals and put it on his slightly hunched frame.
The smile on his face was unrestrained, with gaping mouth corners revealing big yellow teeth.
He smoothed out his clothes, and said to Old Mrs. Mu beside him.
"Xiangxiang's mother, take a look at me, does this look good? Would I embarrass the big sister?"
Mu Xianxian married someone from the town, her in-laws owned a shoe store, certainly more respectable than these mud legs.
Mr. Mu didn't want to lose face when visiting, so he had been tidying himself up all morning.
He even shaved the beard he hadn't touched for a long time, making it clean.
