Fortunately, Ma Xiulian was a forgiving mother-in-law who never blamed her daughter-in-law for not having a son.
If it were someone else's family, things probably wouldn't have been so easy.
"Our Chen Family is so blessed, aren't we?"
Thinking of her beloved granddaughter, Guibao, the corners of Ma Xiulian's eyes softened, and her normally stern face took on a touch of kindness.
Seeing her in a good mood, Zhao Mei's mother crumpled the washed and bleached corner of her robe and timidly began: "Mother, I came mainly because there's something I want to discuss with you."
"What's that about?" Ma Xiulian feigned cluelessness.
At this time, relatives knocking on the door usually only wanted to borrow grains.
Zhao Mei's mother looked at her. She opened her mouth to speak but swallowed her words. Shaking her head, she said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."