"Xue Ye."
A clear female voice, tinged with a smile, carried over.
Mu Mian looked up and saw a woman in a white apron approaching, her delicate features framed by bright eyes and white teeth, her gaze alight with a captivating sparkle.
She walked straight toward Mu Mian and Xue Ye, a smile on her face, "Didn't you say you'd come around eleven?"
Xue Ye shrugged, "Got held up by something. Oh, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Mu Mian, I brought her to try your cooking. Mu Mian, this is Lin Xiangsi, I met her while studying abroad."
Mu Mian smiled, "Xiangsi? That's a very unique name."
Lin Xiangsi returned the smile slightly, "Previously, my parents separated for some reasons and couldn't find each other. My mother, yearning for my father, gave me this name." She winked at Mu Mian cheerfully, "Actually, I've always found it quite burdensome."