"You're the daughter of Ye Zhiyong, aren't you?"
Ye Xi was holding her phone, having set down the fruit she was cutting.
"I'm Ye Xi, who might you be?" Ye Xi asked.
The other party said, "I'm from the town office of Wumei Town. Your father Ye Zhiyong had a small orchard in the mountains that wasn't properly registered before he passed away. Now that he's gone, we need his direct kin to sign for the rights to the land. Do you have time to come back and sort this out? The paperwork here is somewhat urgent."
Ye Xi knew there was an orchard in the family, but due to her parents falling seriously ill in earlier years, it had been left untended.
Now, after so many years, with her grandmother advanced in age and she herself not living in Wumei Town anymore, the orchard had long been neglected.
It was only due to recent policy reforms that required Ye Xi's signature that they had contacted her.
Ye Xi looked back toward the father and son in the living room.
