Jiang Mianmian gave her dad a thumbs-up: "Dad, you're really quick-thinking!"
"Of course, don't you know who your dad is? I'm not one to talk nonsense just for the sake of it." Jiang Changhai felt refreshed after being praised by his daughter.
Thinking about the old lady's birthday in a few days, Jiang Changhai discussed with his wife: "Wife, we had a big celebration for Dad's last birthday, let's arrange a few tables for Mom's birthday this time too."
"Sure, whatever you decide, I'm okay with it." Su Wanyu naturally had no objections, their family wasn't lacking money now,
Moreover, when Mianmian took her middle school exams, the old lady killed the egg-laying chickens and stopped working the fields just to come over and cook for Mianmian for more than half a month, pouring her heart out in care for their daughter.
How could Su Wanyu possibly mind this small matter? Even if Jiang Changhai hadn't mentioned it, she would have suggested it when the time came.
