Staring at Gu Jin for a while, Chen Hong turned to look at the old master Gu silently smoking his pipe, believing that he couldn't possibly refuse what she was proposing.
She suggested again, "In-laws, you see, my old man is right. How about we take this girl back today? It would save us another trip.
Let's have a meal first, and after we eat, we'll leave. Someday we'll bring our family over for a meal. You don't need to prepare too much; just some gestures would suffice, but having some chicken and meat would make it look better.
Oh, by the way, my eldest grandson loves those white steamed buns. Make more of them when the time comes. And my youngest grandson loves eggs, boiled ones. My two sons aren't picky, so prepare more rice. Each of them can eat two or three big bowls of rice..."
"Chen Hong!"
Listening to her increasingly shameless words, the old master Gu interrupted her unfinished speech.
This roar was a rare surprise to the Gu Family's ears.
