Mu Xuemei turned her head to look at Li Qianrui and asked affectionately, "Are you full?"
Li Qianrui chuckled, "Not yet, we were just about to eat."
"What are you still standing there for, Li Yu? Get dinner ready quickly, we're all hungry," Mu Xuemei said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, looking at Li Yu.
Li Yu, with his arms crossed, leaned against the wall. "Mom, are you asking me to prepare dinner?"
What kind of joke was this?
"What I mean is that you should find yourself a wife."
"…"
Li Qianrui looked on as if she were watching a play, chiming in, "Exactly, brother, you're over thirty now, not getting any younger. Don't always make mom and dad worry about your marital status. Look at you now, without even someone to cook for you. Wait another couple of years and your physical strength won't keep up, even the quality of your sperm will decline, it could seriously affect the next generation."
