"Thank you, President Lin! Thank you, President Lin!"
"Thank you, thank you..."
"President Lin, you're such a good man."
"May you live to a hundred, President Lin. Good people deserve good things."
The elderly men and women who received their supplies were deeply moved, their eyes brimming with tears.
The rice, flour, oil, meat, eggs, and milk Lin Zhe gave them today were more plentiful than the provisions they bought for the New Year.
Even at New Year, they couldn't bear to spend money on so many things.
"You're all very welcome. It's just a small gesture."
Lin Zhe hadn't felt much at first, but as their emotions gradually rubbed off on him, his own eyes began to redden.
The supplies he gave each of them only cost a little over four hundred yuan altogether, yet they were so profoundly grateful to him.
Lin Zhe felt the weight of their gratitude and didn't feel he deserved it.
Today's event was supposed to make everyone happy. Why did the atmosphere suddenly feel so heavy?
Where exactly had things gone wrong?
"Sir, I can't just give you this bag of rice. You'll have to answer my question correctly first!"
Feeling that the atmosphere had grown rather somber, Lin Zhe decided to joke around a little to liven things up.
When an elderly man stepped forward to collect his supplies, he raised the difficulty.
"Huh? Why do I suddenly have to answer a question?"
The old man was speechless.
Everyone else had collected theirs without a hitch. Why did he suddenly have to answer a question?
Lin Zhe asked with a smile, "Listen carefully, sir. My question is very simple, but you have to answer quickly. Which old lady in your village is the prettiest?"
"Huilan!"
The old man blurted out a name