The dishes were served one after another as they exchanged more conventional greetings.
They ate and talked at the same time.
However, for some reason, Yun Shishi felt that their topics ultimately still revolved around her man.
Even though the man was unwilling to pay attention to her relatives, all the same, he remained refined and courteous.
Xiang Yu: "Little Mu, how old are you this year?"
Mu Yazhe: "Twenty-eight."
"Oh, dear! I couldn't tell at all! For a minute, I thought you are only twenty-two. If that's the case, you must have some idea about what it's like to be working in this society."
"I've been working since I was twenty."
When she heard this, the older woman lamented, "Does that mean you didn't attend college?"
Her younger daughter quipped, "Ah! I didn't go to college, either! While I did qualify, we didn't have enough money to pay the tuition fee, so my education was delayed."
