Yesterday at the foot bath shop, I was completely taken aback by a stranger technician's words.

When paying the bill, she quietly stopped me and lowered her voice, saying: “Bro, don’t pay directly. There are coupons on 👮.” Seeing that I didn’t know how to operate it, she even took my phone to help out. Then she whispered again, “Bro, when you go down later... don’t tell the boss I taught you.” In this city that I’ve been in for years and still feels cold, I was suddenly touched by this stranger’s kindness.

Out of instinct, I asked her: “Can... I hug you?” She was momentarily stunned, then smiled and opened her arms: “Sure, I’ll hug you.”

In that moment, I finally understood—I wasn’t just washing my feet, I was washing off the mud of life’s struggles and coldness. I must add this to my bill; this isn’t consumption, it’s paying for a rare genuine warmth in the city.

👮JC: “You keep talking...”