Watching Jin Qianqian flee in a panic with her bowl, Li Cuicui couldn't help but sigh.
"You old woman, your son and daughter-in-law are filial to you, and you're still not happy?" Gu Dashi let out a satisfied BURP. "This is what you call living. It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying meal."
"I just don't know if it's a good thing for Old Seventh to marry such a wife," Li Cuicui said.
"Isn't it great? She's a good cook and filial."
"She's filial, sure, but she's also too extravagant. These were made with fine grains; even with terrible cooking skills, you'd still think it tasted like a delicacy.
"She's just too docile, going along with whatever Old Seventh says. I'm afraid she won't be able to keep him in check in the future.
"Old Seventh has a clever head on his shoulders. I'm really worried he'll get himself into trouble."
