Old Mrs. Zhao's neck was unlike that of ordinary people; the flesh on her neck was very loose, so thick that it was almost invisible.
It seemed as if her head was directly connected to her shoulders, making her appearance highly recognizable.
The old man selling soup noodles nodded, "Yes, just now—oh dear, where is that old lady's neck? She's so fat, you can't even see it." He started laughing as he spoke, "The old lady is large, she must be a lucky old lady, right?"
If she were so fortunate, why come out in the middle of the night?
To the pauper selling soup noodles, being large signifies wealth, and wealthy people are considered fortunate.
To the wealthy, money can buy many things, but it cannot necessarily buy happiness.
At least, she didn't see Old Mrs. Zhao as happy and joyful.
Li Yuzhu looked at Li Xing'an, "That's definitely her."
Li Xing'an said, "I'll go knock on the door."
