Grandpa Ji Xinghua lives with his youngest son Ji Shan in the dormitory provided by the food factory, on the first floor, with three rooms and a small living area, sharing the kitchen and bathroom.
It takes about fifteen minutes to walk from this street, inside are narrow alleys that cars can't get into.
"Let's go next door and buy some fruit," Ji Ying said, glancing at the fruit stalls along the street.
Xu Qinghe had already walked to the fruit stand and bought apples and bananas.
"Okay."
Xu Qinghe looked at the things they had brought: a box of liquor, chili sauce, egg cakes, and fruit. These gifts would certainly impress.
"Grandpa lives in here?"
Xu Nianhua looked over the houses here; some were single-story, some with upstairs. They looked like they'd been around for a number of years.
"Yes."
Ji Ying scanned the area, and compared to when she came in the first half of last year, it didn't seem to have changed much.
