“But...,” she hesitated, “I really meant it to give you the bag as a gift. Just not sure if you like this kind of style. Ling said it’s a real Gucci brand. Don’t worry about the money. I can earn it sooner or later.”
“No,” I half lied, “The style is too old-fashioned and too feminine for me. Really, don’t buy it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, one-hundred percent!”
“Alright.”
Mei then took a low plastic stool beside me. Being considerate, she opened the bags wider to make it easier for people to reach the fruit and nuts. With utmost courtesy inherited from the culture of our home village, openhanded Mei bid me and her colleagues to eat this and that. There were about ten faces scattering around. I started sketching them for a moment.