Hearing the doorbell, Melody Summers, Miss Lowell, and her grandmother all came over as well.
Grace Sutton was standing at the door with a speechless expression, clearly having no intention of opening it.
Seeing this, Melody asked, confused, "Aunt Grace, whatâs wrong? Why arenât you opening the door?"
Grace Sutton shushed Melody, pointed at the intercom screen by the door, and whispered, "Itâs that Vance woman we just ran into!"
Melody froze when she heard this. âMrs. Vance again?!â
Seeing Mrs. Vanceâs face displayed so clearly on the screen, Melody felt a headache coming on.
âWhy wonât this woman just leave us alone?â
âAnd now sheâs come knocking on our door?â
While the four of them were looking at each other in dismay, Mrs. Vance, outside, started ringing the doorbell incessantly again.
She rang the bell and pounded on the door, all while shouting, "Open up! I know youâre in there! Please open the door!"
Melody sighed. Judging by Mrs. Vanceâs demeanor, she most likely wouldnât leave if they didnât open the door.
So, Melody called out loudly, "Can I help you with something?"
Hearing Melodyâs voice, Mrs. Vance immediately replied with a laugh, "Young lady, open the door for me. Iâm here to bring your family some supplies!"
After speaking, Mrs. Vance even held up a red plastic bag to the camera, which contained the supplies she had prepared for the Summers family.
âBringing supplies?â
âMrs. Vance is actually this kind?â
Melody couldnât believe it. She felt there had to be a catch.
So, she decisively refused, "Mrs. Vance, we donât need them. Supplies are so precious right now, you should keep them for yourself!"
But Mrs. Vance ignored Melodyâs refusal and insisted, "Oh, weâre all neighbors, donât be so polite with me! I brought these over especially for you, so donât make me take them back! Hurry up and open the door!"
Listening to Mrs. Vance, the entire Summers family felt a headache coming on.
They couldnât possibly open the door and let Mrs. Vance in.
Once she was inside, there would be no hiding the stacks of bottled water and foam planter boxes in the living room!
Outside, Mrs. Vance kept pounding on the door, making it clear she wouldnât leave unless the Summers family opened up.
Grace Sutton had been holding back her anger in the elevator earlier, and now with Mrs. Vance showing up to harass them, the fury she had just managed to suppress was reignited!
She shouted at the door, "Weâre not related and weâre not close, so itâs not right for us to take your things! Just take them back!"
But Mrs. Vance acted as if she couldnât understand Grace Suttonâs rejection and continued knocking. "Donât be so polite with me! Weâre neighbors! As the saying goes, a close neighbor is better than a distant relative. We should help each other out and look after one another in the future!"
Grace Sutton found this unbearable. She took a deep breath and roared at the door, "I said we donât want them, are you deaf?! If you donât leave, Iâm calling the police!"
Mrs. Vance paused for a moment, then shouted at the door, unwilling to give up, "Iâm kind enough to bring you supplies, and you want to call the police? You really donât know how to appreciate a kind heart!"
Despite her words, Mrs. Vance was afraid they would actually call the police.
After all, these were chaotic times, and the authorities had begun to impose harsh penalties. If her actions were deemed to be harassment, she could lose her eligibility to receive supplies.
So, no matter how reluctant she was, Mrs. Vance could only retreat resentfully, heading back down to 1505.
...
The moment Mrs. Vance opened the door to 1505, a little boy rushed toward her.
The little boy hugged Mrs. Vanceâs leg and shouted with a smile, "Grandma! Youâre back!"
Mrs. Vance bent down, scooped up her grandson with a chuckle, and planted two kisses on his thin little face.
Just then, Mrs. Vanceâs daughter-in-law came over holding a hot water bottle. "Mom," she said, "I just dozed off for a moment, and you ran out again? Itâs too cold outside. Here, take this hot water bottle to warm your hands."
This was a trick Mrs. Vanceâs daughter-in-law had just learned from a group chat: filter the black snow, boil it, and then pour it into a hot water bottle to warm your hands.
Mrs. Vance didnât take the hot water bottle. Instead, she pushed it back to her daughter-in-law, saying, "You use it. Iâm sturdy, I donât feel the cold."
Then, Mrs. Vance silently opened the red plastic bag in her hand. Inside were a lighter and a candle.
She carefully put the lighter and candle away, sighed, and said, "I was planning to use these supplies to trade for some food with the people in 1606, but I didnât expect them to be so stingy. They wouldnât even open the door for me..."
Then, Mrs. Vance added thoughtfully, "But... for their whole family to be that cautious, so cautious they wouldnât even open the door... they must have a lot of supplies stockpiled in there!"
At this thought, Mrs. Vanceâs eyes lit up with excitement. She said, her voice tinged with agitation, "No matter what, I have to find a way to get some food from them!"
Bartering was Mrs. Vanceâs usual trick.
She had been wandering around the residential complex lately, inquiring about the circumstances of the various homeowners.
If she heard that a homeownerâs family still had a working member, savings, or a stockpile, she would go to their door and try to build a relationship.
She liked to use her own surplus supplies to trade for food from these well-stocked homeowners.
Although most homeowners ignored her, there were always some who were too thin-skinned or couldnât bring themselves to refuse, and they would share some food with her.
When the Summers family first moved in, Mrs. Vance had noticed that their clothes and appearance were out of the ordinary, and they seemed to be in better shape than the other residents.
She had keenly sensed that the Summers family was a fat sheep waiting to be fleeced!
Hearing this, Mrs. Vanceâs daughter-in-law looked disapproving. She said hesitantly, "Mom, please donât think about these things. Even if they have food, itâs theirs. It has nothing to do with us. Weâre doing just fine eating sand vine cakes!"
Mrs. Vance sighed silently at her words. She took her daughter-in-lawâs hand with a loving expression and said, "Susan, youâre pregnant. You canât just keep eating sand vine cakes! You need to eat something better!"
Mrs. Vance patted her daughter-in-lawâs hand, which was so thin it was almost just bone, and continued soothingly, "Donât you worry. Even though Alex isnât here anymore, Mom is still here! As long as Iâm around, Iâll definitely take good care of the three of you."
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Meanwhile, the Summers family, having finally gotten rid of Mrs. Vance, began to discuss what to do with the things in their living room.
With so many foam planter boxes and cases of mineral water in their living room, visible the moment the door opened, it was all far too conspicuous.
After some discussion, the Summers family found several bedsheets.
First, they used the sheets to cover the cases of mineral water stacked against the wall. Then, they placed a few more sheets next to the foam planter boxes.
If anyone came over, they could cover the planter boxes with the sheets at a momentâs notice.
Just as they were finishing up, the doorbell of 1606 rang again.
As Melody ran to check the monitor, she muttered to herself, âDonât tell me that Mrs. Vance is back for round two?â
To Melodyâs surprise, it wasnât Mrs. Vance this time, but Crystal Lynch.
Seeing Crystal Lynchâs fair-skinned face on the screen, Melody was pleasantly surprised and quickly opened the door to let her in.
Crystal Lynchâs family lived on the floor above the Summers, in 1806.
After learning that Melodyâs family had moved over from the villa district, Crystal had been overjoyed and came over to visit right away.
Crystal held a food container, grinning as she told Melody, "My dad made braised fish and cured spare ribs. Try some and see if you like it!"
Melody looked at the two dishes in the container, somewhat shocked. She quickly grabbed Crystal and asked, "Crystal! How did you get this past Mrs. Vanceâs nose?!"
Crystal was taken aback. "Huh? What about Mrs. Vanceâs nose?"