Fu Zhiyu's efficiency is one, absolutely nobody calls it the second. All the things I want moved in before 10 o'clock. Especially on time, like the better, I arrived at the door of the apartment. When Fu Zhiyu let them in, I was very happy.

Touching a brand-new table, a brand-new home sewing machine, my ironing table, yes, that's the feeling, as if back in the past, my hands itched immediately, I want to work immediately.

Fu Zhimei stood in front of the wall, holding a coffee cup and looking at it with one hand and one chest. The little woman seemed to have only these small machines in her...