Hu Xiangyue's home was in the rural area of Jiangzhou, a two-story villa with a small courtyard.
As Hu Xiangyue got out of the car with her luggage, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl ran out of the gate, shouting happily, "Grandma, you're back!"
"Thank you, Master Ming Jing, for a smooth journey." Hu Xiangyue respectfully said.
The car drove away.
The girl pouted, "Grandma, who gave you a ride? Dad said he would pick you up but you wouldn't let him. Do you know the driver? What if they were a bad person? Don't do this next time."
Hu Xiangyue patted Xu Xue'er's hand, "How could Master Ming Jing be a bad person? There's no one kinder than her."
"Master Ming Jing?" Xu Xue'er frowned, "Why does that name sound so familiar?"
Xu Xue'er suddenly slapped her forehead: "Is it the Ming Jing from the recently popular variety show 'Three Meals a Day'?"
Xu Xue'er asked urgently: "Grandma, how old is she? What does she look like?"
