She casually stuffed the small electric pot she just took out under the table and shouted outside, "Who is it?"
Hearing her voice, the person laughed and said, "Xiaoxiao, it's me, you're home."
Su Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, recognizing the voice as the village's women's director, Zhao Ruimei.
She hurriedly opened the door, "Sister Zhao, my mom isn't back yet, are you looking for her?"
"No, I'm here to see you."
Sister Zhao was a middle-aged woman in her early thirties with a round face and double eyelids, always smiling while speaking, giving an impression of easygoing.
"Looking for me?"
Su Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled.
What business could Zhao Ruimei have with her?
Thinking to herself, she directly asked, "Sister Zhao, what do you need from me?"
