The place where Yan Xiaomai stayed this time was quiet. The mother and son set up a table outside, gluing paper boxes while basking in the sun, creating a slightly warm scene from afar.
Seeing Tian Xiang approaching, Yan Xiaomai was very pleased and even poured her some hot water.
Tian Xiang: "The Second Neighborhood Committee is forming a new handicraft group, mainly focused on making paper bags. It doesn't take up much space. It starts on the first of next month. You can go over and pick up some work then."
Yan Xiaomai nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Tian."
Tian Xiang chuckled twice.
Thanking without sincerity just sounds insincere.
Yan Xiaomai felt a bit awkward, thought for a moment, and said again, "Thank you for helping Zhiqiang switch shifts."
There was no need to think; she knew it was Tian Xiang who helped.
