Old Mrs. Fu loved every suit Rong Jin picked out—the cut, the color—and bought them all. After they had selected two suits for Fu Xiaoquan, Rong Jin’s eyes fell on a drawer of handsome ties, and she pulled out a few. “Grandma,” she said, handing her black card to the salesclerk, “these two would go perfectly with the suits. They’re a gift, so could you wrap them nicely, please?” “Let me get that,”