"Mingzhu! Mingzhu!"
Shen Baolan felt dazed, when all of a sudden she heard someone calling out. She looked over instinctively and saw several children from the family courtyard, each holding a bag of snacks, happily calling out "Mingzhu" as they ate.
It was then she noticed that today's family courtyard seemed unusually lively, almost like during the New Year's festivities.
She grabbed someone passing by to ask and found out that Shen Mingzhu was hosting a taste-testing event.
All the residents of the family courtyard were free to taste the spicy strips and dried tofu produced by the food factory.
Shen Baolan followed the noise and came to Shen Mingzhu's stall.
On the two-meter-long table, bags of dried tofu and spicy strips were neatly laid out, the transparent wrappers all bearing the striking "Mingzhu" brand logo.
Shen Mingzhu was busy registering taste-testing suggestions. It wasn't until Du Juan nudged her that she noticed Shen Baolan had returned.