"Listening to you say this, then I'll take your good words, comrade. If that day really comes, when I finally turn my life around, I'll treat you to coffee, the best-tasting civet coffee," the old lady said. "My surname is Zhou, my name is Zhou Mingyu. Comrade, what's your name? Your accent doesn't sound local, where will I find you in the future?"
Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, "My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Qingxue. I am likely to settle in the Capital in the future. If you ever have a chance to visit, I'll take you to the Moscow Western Restaurant for a meal."
Since the old lady mentioned drinking coffee, she guessed the lady might like Western food.
During the Republic of China era, how many beauties hadn't been exposed to Western culture?
"Feng Qingxue?" The old lady chewed on the name twice. "What's your relationship to Feng Qingyun?"
Feng Qingxue was momentarily taken aback, "You know my sister?"
