"Oh! So this is Little Rin! He looks very... plain!"
A woman with a good figure, but with many signs of age on her face, smiled and welcomed them at the door, wearing an apron.
Yi Lin: "…Hello, Auntie. This is a small gift."
Yi Lin had casually bought a box of milk on his way and placed it on the shoe cabinet by the door.
"Old Xu said we had an important guest coming; it's rare for you to visit our home, so why the formality!"
Mrs. Xu, though complaining verbally, showed a happy expression on her face.
"It's just a box of milk, not a bribe, not a bribe. Wife, just accept it!" Xu Zhiyong laughed self-deprecatingly, clearly having refused many other 'gifts' normally.
...
"My wife is beautiful, isn't she?" The two sat on the sofa; Xu Zhiyong quietly pointed to his wife's back and boasted, "Back in the day, my wife was known as the beauty of the police force! Gentle and virtuous in nature, I don't know what kind of luck struck me, Old Xu, to marry her! Heh!"
