Old Madam Zhou didn't act her age and strode forward, just in time for a neighbor who was turning back to check on her stove to see her and casually pulled another neighbor to look as well.
After a few people looked back, they curled their lips, "We said it before, she's really good at pretending."
"At home she acts weak and walks very slowly."
"When she carries something, she asks for help, complaining about her old age and not having much strength."
"The last time the supply and marketing cooperative had cotton, I watched her rush in with my own eyes, and you all insisted I was mistaken."
"To look at her walking now, saying there is something wrong with her legs and feet, is simply hilarious."
The people nodded in agreement, "Who would have thought."
"She's just good at pretending," one person said dismissively, rolling her eyes. Her family didn't get along with the Zhou Family, and she always reveled in any misfortune that befell any family, eagerly spreading it around.