Davidzhu

My relationship with the female neighbor upstairs is like many others - we exchange polite greetings and smiles when we meet, but that's about it. However, a few days ago, she suddenly showed up at my doorstep, carrying a 5-liter bucket of peanut oil, and said to me with the enthusiasm of my own mother, "Oh, I bought too much oil at home and couldn't finish it, so I'm giving it to you!" I declined her kind offer firmly.