A Nice Lady

Fortunately, the visitors appeared disinterested in Ye Qianqian.

She remained silent out of fear that they would notice her. However, she still didn't manage to evade them.

"Qianqian, come over and meet someone," Shen Zhilie called.

After Ye Qianqian finished wrapping the last dumpling, she replied, "Sure."

Ye Qianqian was a bundle of nerves. After she washed her hands and ensured that she was clean, and that there wasn't any flour on her face or hands, she walked out.

Shen Zhilie was seated among the elderly folk and looked young and dashing. When he saw Ye Qianqian approaching, he waved his hands at her and said, "Come here. Come and meet these elders."

Ye Qianqian felt slightly embarrassed. She took one look at them before saying, "Hello, Grandfather and Grandmother. My name is Ye Qianqian."

"This is my girlfriend," Shen Zhilie said.

The elderly folk sized her up before turning and exchanging a look with each other.