The distance from the urban village to the West Suburb clothing factory is about thirty kilometers. The two of them worked on this tricycle one after the other, exhausted, finally delivering a load of goods to Wang Zhiqiang's factory.
"If I hadn't come, I'd like to see how you'd pedal the bike over here."
Jiang Xiaobai sat on the curb, panting heavily.
Xiao Qian said, "If you hadn't come, I could manage on my own, just a bit slower maybe. I could rest whenever I get tired, and eventually get it delivered. Look, I bought you a bottle of water, drink it quickly."
"Why only buy one bottle?" Jiang Xiaobai said, "You little Jew, even with something as cheap as bottled water, you need to save it!"
"Come on, I'm not thirsty," Xiao Qian replied.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Not thirsty? You've drunk so much water, how can you not be thirsty!"
Twisting off the bottle cap, Jiang Xiaobai handed the bottle over.
"Afraid you'll mind my saliva, you drink first, give me what's left."
