The old lady had no idea what the young couple was talking about in their room. As she headed for the kitchen, she noticed a problem.
"Xiao Wen, this bicycle isn't ours, is it? Did you two ride someone else's bike home by mistake? Oh dear, where's our bike? If you took the wrong one, you need to return it right away." Forgetting all about bringing out the food, the old lady anxiously pushed the door open and rushed into the room.
"Mom, you're only just now seeing the bike outside?" Yuan Si said with a smile, looking at her mother.
"Huh?" The old lady didn't understand what her daughter meant.
"Mom, we didn't take the wrong one. This is our bicycle," Xiao Furen explained, amused. "Yuan Si and I bought it new in the city. Our 28-inch model is still locked up at the train station. We got a ride in someone's car today, so we didn't have time to pick it up. Later this afternoon, we'll go get it and ride it back."
