Hearing this, Xu Qiguang knew his daughter, Changqing, was worried about him traveling home overnight in such a heavy snowstorm. He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
Just as he was about to reply that riding back in Old Chen's truck was perfectly safe, his wife rushed out, moving just as fast as their daughter.
"What's the rush?"
Although Xu Qiguang's tone was chiding, it couldn't hide his concern for his wife. As his daughter took the luggage bag from him, he quickly stepped forward to steady her.
Watching from behind, Xu Changqing smiled to herself. Without waiting to hear what her parents were saying, she tactfully grabbed her dad's luggage bag, skirted around them, and hurried into the house.
The outer room.
Old Mrs. Xu had already lifted a pot lid and was cooking noodles. The reason for making noodles instead of serving the prepared dishes directly wasn't because there weren't hot dishes already warming in the iron pots on the two stoves.
