As soon as Shen Xiufen thought of the untouchable Feng Qingxue, she saw her. Feng Qingxue was in line ahead with a big-eyed, bushy-browed boy of about seven or eight, with only two or three people between them and the butcher's counter.
It's her again!
Shen Xiufen's eyes turned slightly red, daring to be jealous but not to speak up.
Although Feng Qingxue had only been around for half a year, everyone in the area around the dry goods factory knew she was generous, often sending large packages of seafood, and whenever she wasn't out to sea, she would come to the factory every day to buy meat and fish, not batting an eye. They couldn't understand how such a slender woman had such a big appetite.
Very soon, it was Feng Qingxue's turn. Master Li greeted her with her exceptionally fair and delicate face, "Doctor Feng, you just bought over two pounds of meat yesterday, and you're here again today? I've calculated, you shouldn't have any more Meat Tickets this month."
