After retiring, Uncle Lu opened a small store in the village.
The store wasn't big, just selling the daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt, mainly for the convenience of the villagers.
Every morning, the first thing he did after getting up was to dust off every corner with a Chicken Feather Duster, a habit formed over many years.
He was dusting off the ash on the cigarette rack with his back to the counter.
In fact, there wasn't any ash. It was just a habit.
Just then, a little voice said, "Uncle, I'd like to buy something."
Uncle Lu turned around and saw that it was Feifei, a bit surprised.
He knew Feifei. Zhu Xiaolan had brought her to live in the village for so long and often came to his store to buy things, of course he recognized her.
The little girl was dressed prettily today, very cute.
With two little ponytails on top of her head, her round and rosy cheeks, and her watery big eyes, one glance was enough to melt anyone's heart.