Xia Zhe watched Qiao Mei's every move. It seemed that Qiao Mei had only used a small part of her talent in the capital. This village was her true "small world".
Everyone was fond of her and liked to help her. They would think about her whenever there was anything good and they would also help her family with the plowing. Her family members were mainly very young or very old, so they would help out whenever they could.
"Why are you looking at me?" Qiao Mei turned around and saw Xia Zhe staring straight at her with a smile.
"I just like to look at you," Xia Zhe said.
Before Qiao Mei could say anything, they arrived at the door of her house. Xia Zhe got down from the vehicle and carried Qiao Mei down before removing everything from the vehicle one by one.
"Old mister, come in and have a seat! I'll make you something delicious to eat!" Qiao Mei said warmly.
