The Zhang couple really didn't trust a ten-year-old girl that much, but they were very familiar with Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing had absolutely no need to deceive them.
So, after a bit of deliberation, Cui Hong tentatively spoke: "Chef, do you think it's convenient for us to visit your house tomorrow to ask Uncle Xia for help?"
Xia Xiqing looked up at her, pressed his lips together, and smiled: "Sure, I'll ask the old man when I get home tonight, and then I'll call you guys to arrange it."
"Alright, alright, thank you."
The next day, early morning.
At the Xia residence.
You Guang got up and went downstairs, only to see the Zhang couple already sitting in the living room, accompanying her grandfather for tea. The table beside them was piled high with gifts.
As she expected, they had brought these.
Upon seeing her arrival, the Zhang couple appeared somewhat excited, and Zhang Xuexi stood up enthusiastically:
"Youyou is awake."
"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Hong." She sat down next to them.
