"True to your reputation as our institute's great talent, sharp and enlightening. Come on, Jiang Chen, let's have a toast."
Talent is not just reflected in a diploma.
Jiang Chen clinked glasses with Fu Zili.
Wen Rong brought over a plate of grilled meat.
"Sister-in-law, stop busying yourself, come sit and eat with us."
Fu Zili called out.
"I've eaten already, you guys chat."
Wen Rong smiled with pursed lips, turned, and walked away after setting down the food.
"To have a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
Fu Zili picked up a chicken foot and remarked,
"When are you planning to get married?"
Jiang Chen looked towards his childhood friend, who used to walk arm in arm with him.
"The house I bought will probably not be handed over until the end of next year. I have to settle the house issue before considering marriage."
Tie Jun picked up his glass.
Jiang Chen joined him for a sip.
