The woman smiled sincerely, "I can't eat this much! I'm just in the habit of making some extra every meal. Next time, I can just heat it up, saving trouble."
Xia Mian nodded gently, without saying more.
The woman and the man felt peculiar to her. They seemed sincere, but their sincerity was like a mask over their faces, guarding their true inner thoughts from others.
The woman's cooking skill was truly impressive. Xia Mian was tending the fire nearby, the rich aroma of chicken wafted out from the pot, directly drilling into her nose.
"I haven't asked how to address you, young lady?" the woman asked with a smile while tidying up kitchen waste.
"Xia Mian." Xia Mian replied crisply.
The woman's expression shifted slightly, thoughtful, "Surname Xia, huh..."
Xia Mian's eyes slightly lowered, she replied softly, "What should I call you, sister-in-law?"
"Oh, my surname is Wei, you can call me Wei Wei," the woman smiled warmly, "My husband's surname is Ling, first name is Fei."
