"Is Uncle Lin at home?"
Just then, a pleasant and clear female voice came from the doorway.
"At home, at home," Lin Zhiyuan, hearing someone calling for him, called back loudly.
Lin Yang looked towards the door upon hearing the voice, and the visitor was Chen Yue.
"Yue'er, you're here."
"Brother Yang, you're home too," Chen Yue said as she walked in.
"Ah, Yue is here, come in and sit."
Mrs. Lin heard the voice and came out of the room, then enthusiastically brought over a stool and handed it over.
"Aiyah, it was several years ago the last time I saw you, and now, a few years later, you've become even more beautiful."
"Thank you Auntie, I'll just stand. I just got back the day before yesterday. We ran out of rice at home, and mom said she called Uncle Lin in the morning to ask for help bringing a bag from town, I'm here to get it."
"Indeed, it's been brought, I'll deliver it to you," Mr. Lin said, about to put down the plastic bottle he was filling.