By the time Ji Xiaosong had worked at the supply and marketing cooperative for a full month, the "Monthly Outstanding Worker" list was posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the family courtyard.
"Look! It's Ji Xiaosong's name!" a few young female workers exclaimed, pointing at the honor roll.
Li Xiulan, squeezed in the crowd, dug her fingernails deep into her palm.
She immediately turned to find Ji Hongmei, only to see her standing at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative with a gentle smile on her face.
"Sister Hongmei, how can you still be smiling?" Li Xiulan lowered her voice. "That country bumpkin..."
"What's the rush?" Ji Hongmei smoothed her braid. "I hear the factory is holding a social next week?"
Li Xiulan was taken aback. "It is, but what does that have to do with..."
