At the end of the month, Wu Shufang arrived in East Market with Shi Song's family of four.
Zhou Shisong and his wife were both short and scrawny, with hair like withered grass. Though their clothes were a bit old and tattered, they were washed clean.
The two children were as thin as if they'd lived through the Great Famine, hiding behind their parents and not daring to look at anyone.
Wu Shufang said gratefully, "Shufen, I'm sorry we'll be a bother to you."
"Elder Sister, you're treating me like a stranger," Wu Shufen said. Her heart ached as she looked at Zhou Shisong, who was so young yet whose hair was already half-white. "I'm just glad you're here. Quick, sit down and have something to eat."
Zhou Shisong pulled the timid Li Xiaofeng forward to greet Wu Shufen respectfully. "Thank you, Second Aunt."
Wu Shufen chided him gently, "Why are you thanking your own aunt?"
