On the weekend, Zhou Yaling, who slept until noon, saw the sun shining brightly today and decided to take the sausages she made some days ago out to the yard to dry.
After casually hanging the sausages, Zhou Yaling went back inside to eat.
"Sister, hurry up, we're just waiting for you."
"Coming."
As they ate, Zhou Yaling took the initiative to say, "The old man agreed to take me along, he just told me not to talk nonsense."
This time, the old man agreed surprisingly quickly, didn't even have a chance to exchange conditions; he agreed just like that, as if he had always planned to take her along.
The more she thought about it, the more Zhou Yaling believed this might be the case.
Looking at her brother whose expression didn't change at all, Zhou Yaling strongly suspected that he knew the old man planned to take her along; after all, his habit was to mess with his sister whenever he had a chance.
"That's good, you can skip a matchmaking event."
