An Shuchao got up from the kang stove in the morning, his legs and feet not very nimble. With Bai Xue gone and no one to take care of him, he knew that An Hao was about to take her college entrance exams and didn't want to trouble her, so he used his crutches to go to the kitchen and prepare something to eat.
He had just finished eating and hadn't yet cleared away the pots and pans when he heard someone calling for him in the courtyard.
He walked to the door, lifted the curtain, and saw Widow Zhang standing in the courtyard, "Father of An Hao, you'd better get ready, Qin Jian has come to your house to propose marriage. They're almost at your doorstep!"
"What? Propose marriage?" An Shuchao was taken aback.
"Oh my, you don't know? Your daughter An Hao and the Qin Family's young man Qing Jian?" Widow Zhang looked at An Shuchao's clueless face and pursed her lips, "What kind of father are you! Such a big matter and you don't know the slightest bit about it."