Neighbors

Gu Zi had prepared the meal and tidied up the kitchen once more. Looking at the spacious and clean space, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Leaving the kitchen, she planned to check if the father and daughter had returned.

Just as she stepped out of the house, she saw people approaching from outside. An elderly woman and a young boy, carrying a box of tea leaves, stood outside the beautiful wrought-iron gate, peering inside.

Gu Zi paused, reminded of her good neighbors from Daqing Village, Aunt Zhang and Shi Tou. Whenever they visited, they would wait outside the gate, peering in. They never came empty-handed, and the little one would always be salivating, seemingly drawn by the aroma of Gu Zi's cooking. A sense of joy filled Gu Zi's heart. Another little foodie had arrived.

However, there was a difference. Shi Tou was younger, his gaze innocent.