Fang Ximei stood in front of the stall, staring at the handkerchief, frowned and hesitant.

The person who guarded the stall was a woman in her fifties, dressed in shabby clothes and was full of vicissitudes of life.

"Madam, do you want to see what you need?" The woman greeted with sincerity.

Sister Fang Xi winked at the maid.

The maid was clever and immediately bent down to take out the veil and asked, "Did you embroider this veil?"

The woman nodded quickly: "Yes."

Fang Ximei took the veil, looked carefully for a long time, lowered her face and said, "There are more than a dozen embroidery pieces here, and the ones next to you are very rough. Only the embroidery of this veil can still be seen, but it is half old. I can't guarantee that it was stolen somewhere! If you don't be honest, I will take you to see the official!"

The woman was frightened and looked like a slutty look. She waved her hand in a hurry: "Madam, don't be wronged by me, this is really not stolen."

"You said you did it yourself? Xiaohong, go report to the official!"

"No, don't report to the official... it's not me." The woman was very panicked and said incoherently, "Actually, this was given to me by someone else in the past. I saw that the embroidery was really good and I couldn't bear to use it. I thought I could take it out and exchanged it for some money to buy rice..."

Fang Ximei rolled her eyes: "This is almost the same. The embroidery committee is really exquisite, but... the handkerchief is a bit old. I don't use other people's old things, which is a pity. If it's new, I can pay a big price."

The maid agreed, "Who embroidered this veil? Why don't you ask her to make a few more dollars? We are not short of money."

The woman said, "This is given by the old man many years ago, but where are you looking for it now? If your wife likes it, why don't you take it away? Just look at it. I haven't had enough food for several days, alas."

He said wiping his tears.

Fang Ximei pinched the veil and smiled, "You are so pitiful. I happen to be hungry. There is a restaurant there. Why don't we go and have a little bit of it together?"

The woman said in panic: "How dare I have a meal with my wife?"

"It's okay, I'm not the one who dislikes the poor and loves the rich."

"Yes, aunt, come quickly." The maid also pulled her, "I'll help you pack up your things."

He put away the stall with quick hands and feet.

The woman refused, and she was indeed hungry and couldn't feel much refusal, so she followed them to a restaurant.

Fang Ximei asked for a private room and called a table of food.

The woman hadn't had enough food for a long time. When she saw this table of wine and meat, she didn't care about anything else. She threw away her hands, picked up chopsticks, grabbed the steamed buns and burped her head and ate hard.

The maid smiled and said, "Aunt, please eat slowly. These are all yours, and no one will snatch them from you."

The woman's mouth was filled with food and muttered, "Madam, you eat too."

Fang Ximei smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry."

Although she looks old, she never lacks food and clothing even when she lives in the countryside. Moreover, now she returns to the Jin family and is a life of luxury.

Of course, I wouldn't have eaten at the same table as this poor woman.

Simply put, it is disgust.

She held a cup of tea herself and drank it all over the place.

The woman never raised her head until she swept away the food on the table.

Fang Ximei said, "If it's not enough, ask someone to go a little more."

The woman rubbed her hands and said a little embarrassedly: "Madam is really a Bodhisattva heart. If I can...I would like to take some back and give it to my son."
Chapter completed!