The road between the city and the suburbs becomes extremely congested in the evening.
Big cars and small cars were crowded together, and their horns were honked as if they were free. Zhou Shiqi's car repair shop is located at the end of this road. It has two storefronts and a sign hanging crookedly on the door - "Qiqi Car Repair". His name was given to him by his landlord, Aunt Wang, who said "Zhou Shiqi Repairs Cars" was too harsh, and "Qiqi" seemed kind. He didn't say anything at the time, and Aunt Wang took it upon herself to spray it on him.
The sun was setting now, and the afterglow made the motor oil pool at the door of the shop shine brightly. Zhou Shiqi was squatting in front of a Wuling Hongguang to change a tire. Her arms were covered with black engine oil, and her fingers were as thick as carrots. She did the work very neatly - a dozen jacks, a few clicks of the wrench, screws down, old tires peeled off, and new tires put up, all in one go.
"Master, how much does it cost?" The owner of the car is a middle-aged man who sells goods and speaks Henan dialect.
"One hundred and two."
