Ji Xizhi sat without any awkwardness among the grannies, holding a phone in her hand, a small notebook on her knee, pen in hand, recording with the sound of the shaking fans accompanying her.
It's not that she didn't notice the grannies' mutterings; they weren't too adept at using WeChat, some of them used voice messages to call people, and Ji Xizhi understood every word clearly.
Not only did she remember them clearly, she also took the time to jot them down in a little notebook. This is the most common type of story in the village; grannies are the most genuine people here.
Several grannies finished calling people and then craned their necks to squeeze in next to Ji Xizhi, hoping to gather more firsthand information.
Granny Zheng, who was fanning beside Ji Xizhi, glared with wide eyes, stopping them from speaking up.
"Don't ask all sorts of questions. Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. Can't you see she's busy? Everything happens for a reason!"
