Ah Du's wife was just an ordinary woman, Gu Xia observed for a bit.
Their family was very poor; they had two children, a son and a daughter.
Ah Du had some skills, and he likely carried a gun, as one could tell from the calluses on his hands.
Ah Du's wife was just an ordinary person, and Gu Xia let her guard down around her.
During dinner, she noticed that there were only three dishes. One of them, stir-fried eggs, was quite good, and Ah Du's wife pushed it toward Gu Xia.
The other two dishes were a type of local green vegetable that Gu Xia was not used to eating.
As for the rice, it was somewhat coarse to the taste, and Gu Xia didn't have much of an appetite; she ate only a small symbolic bowl.
Then she went to rest in another room, and Ah Du's wife brought over a cotton quilt that seemed quite clean.
"You'll just have to bear with it for one night. We don't have a lot at home."
"It's okay, I'm the one intruding on you."
