Upon hearing the surname Chu, Miao Qingqing became even more certain in her heart.
"The new year's morning dew invokes visions of the dream clouds connected to the south of a thousand woods. The name is well chosen." Miao Qingqing recited a line of poetry upon hearing the name.
"Huh, you said the same thing as my husband." Qin Xue recalled that Chu Molin had also recited the same lines of poetry when he had chosen the name. Now this old woman was saying the same thing.
"Really? That's great. It means we're on the same wavelength." Miao Qingqing chuckled upon hearing this.
As usual, Chu Molin took off his belt and hat after work.
"Xue'er, I'm home," Chu Molin said to his wife.
Miao Qingqing had her back to the door, so Chu Molin didn't see her.
"Xiao Yu is here. Didn't you open the door today?" Chu Molin asked his brother-in-law upon seeing him.
"Brother-in-law, I didn't. I came to see my sister and my nephews." Qin Yu smiled and replied.
