"Wife, they're our guests." Grandpa put down his broom and went to pour them some water.
"And you are...?" Granny Yu asked, looking at the two unfamiliar elderly people in the courtyard. She quickly guessed their identities. "You must be Director Jie's parents, right?"
Granny Yu was almost sixty, only a dozen or so years younger than them.
"Are you neighbors?" Granny asked, her expression softening considerably. Her eldest son was the director of the mechanical factory, and she was used to throwing her weight around. Back at the factory, all the neighbors were unfailingly respectful to her.
'This is my daughter-in-law's courtyard. For my son's sake, I need to get along with the neighbors.'
'Even though this courtyard is big, I'll get bored staying cooped up here all day. I should go out and meet some neighbors, so I'll have someone to chat with when I go for a walk.'
"We aren't neighbors. We're from the cotton mill," Granny Yu said with a smile.
