"How strange. Brother, Sister-in-law, have you two noticed that the front of our shop has been exceptionally clean these past few days? And this door panel." It was barely dawn. Zhang Minzhen and her sister-in-law, Lin Qin, got off the electric tricycle Zhang Wei Qiang was driving. She carefully inspected their surroundings, then ran a hand over the door panel, feeling that it was still damp. A look of confusion crossed her face. "Someone must have washed this early this morning. Who could it be? Why would someone be so kind as to do this for us?"
"Right? And Little Sis, look up at the sign—hasn't it been polished extra bright, too? I've been puzzling over it for ages but can't make heads or tails of it. It's so strange." Lin Qin looked up as well, pointing to the sign for Zhang Minzhen. "Mom and Dad were muttering about it yesterday. If it had been just a day or two, that'd be one thing, but it's been five or six days like this. You just can't figure it out."
