"Bring honor to our ancestors?"
The aunt didn't react for a moment, thinking that the Golden roll title would only be announced a month later. When her nephew showed a smug expression, she realized that he was bragging.
"Oh my, our dalang has been promoted to a higher rank, right?" the Auntie rolled her beautiful eyes and pouted.
The moment he opened his mouth, he knew that it was the old yin-yang aunt.
"I heard from the neighbors that only scholars can live in the temple. No matter how much you've been promoted, you're still just a night watchman."
Although her aunt had gradually unraveled the knot in her heart and was no longer as resentful as before, she still felt that she had to stick to her principles on the topic of "who is more promising, my nephew or my son."
She was not like her husband, Xu Pingzhi, whose sons and nephews were all children of the Xu family. They had been raised at home for 20 years and were no different from real sons.
