Chen Fu's mother stood with pride, head held high. Many of those who supported her were acquainted with her.
Her respectable job, even after divorcing, made even the handsome young men in town eager to marry her. She was quite successful.
Apologize publicly to these rural women and children? That would be humiliating! She would never apologize.
Someone whispered to Gu Zi, "Young lady, let it go. She's the saleswoman at Xinghua Department Store's pork section. It's better not to make things unpleasant. You might need to buy pork or something in the future."
Gu Zi found it amusing. If it were someone else, perhaps it would have bothered them more.
But, she thought, she couldn't help it. Her husband was remarkable; they always had an abundance of pork at home.
Gu Zi expressed gratitude, "Thank you for the reminder, but we don't fancy pork at home."