Seeing that Feng Qianhua liked it so much, Old Lady Lin asked with concern, “Did you make more stew for Qianhua?”
Aunt Zhang nodded. “Don’t worry, I specially made more stew.”
“That’s good.”
...
At the Cen family home.
Cen Shaoqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the sixth floor, looking down at the ground. His gaze was somewhat profound, and his entire body emitted an aura that no one was allowed to enter.
Tomorrow was the Lin family’s family recognition banquet.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t nervous.
After all, he had once been frivolous, but he had offended his future brother-in-law.
The air was playing Pleasant Buddhist music.
But Cen Shaoqing couldn’t calm down at all. He took out his phone and started searching: [ how to resolve the enmity between him and his brother-in-law? ]
[ without knowing, what if he offended his future brother-in-law? ]
[ what does a 19-year-old boy like? ]
[ is a three-year-old child good at remembering things? ]