When my son and I walked past, an auntie I knew pulled me aside to gossip.
"Look, that's the legendary low-key husband of the plant director. Isn't he handsome? Such a great match with the director."
People around all looked over. If I didn't answer, I would seem out of place.
I smiled and casually echoed, "Yeah, they're quite a match."
But Jasmine suddenly darkened her face and grabbed my wrist. "What did you say?"
I calmly broke free from her grip.
"Wasn't it you who said not to expose our relationship outside?"
She froze in place, and there was actually a hint of grievance in her voice.
"Alex, these seven days you didn't send a single letter. Before, if I went out for half a day, you couldn't wait to send three…"
I pretended not to hear. Just then, someone from the post station told me that an uncle and aunt far away had mailed me half a bag of brown sugar.
My heart tightened, not knowing how long they had gone without food and without spending to save it up.
I took it carefully, then looked at Jasmine warily.
"Brown sugar is precious, but for you it definitely doesn't count as anything. Don't you dare set your sights on my brown sugar!"