"Girl..." The old man beamed with joy, "Don't worry, my two sons may be poor, but they're very hospitable. On their day off, come visit us.
My wife makes these big dumplings that are absolutely delicious. When you come, she'll make them for you, I'm sure you'll love them." He said as he instinctively wiped the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Qianqian nodded and smiled, "Alright, it's decided then. When we're free, we'll crash at your place for a meal. Just don't find us annoying then."
"Such beautiful girls, and they work for the state. That's quite something." The old man grinned sincerely.
Lin Meili looked at Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian with envy, "I've dreamed of becoming a singer since I was a child, but sadly, in this life, it will remain just a dream..."
"What kind of singing can you do? Folk? Pop? Or opera? Which songs can you sing?" The middle-aged man who had been resting on the lower bunk suddenly sat up and naturally directed his question at Lin Meili.
