While He and Mrs. Yang were in the kitchen, murmuring about their children's marriage, Zhang Dashuan and Zheng Changhe were discussing the same topic out in the courtyard. But they were men, after all, and not as long-winded as the women—who tended to pull all sorts of unrelated nonsense into the conversation. Their talk was simple and direct.
When Zhang Dashuan saw the four youngsters head to the backyard, he noticed Zhang Huai walking beside Juhua with a look of blissful contentment. It was obvious that moving right next door to her had made him overjoyed. Zhang Dashuan looked up at Zheng Changhe. "How about we make the engagement official next year?"
Zheng Changhe considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Agreed!"
Zhang Dashuan's face split into a grin. "So when should they get married?"
