It was Qiao Xiaon'an who had to comb through every bathroom of the Yun Family's estate, before she finally found her parents.
They were seated together in a riverside gazebo in a corner of the courtyard.
Her father was massaging her mother's sore ankle and asking, "Does it still hurt?"
With one foot resting on her husband's leg, Yuan Meili shook her head, "It's not sore anymore. But I'm quite hungry. Even the cooking at such a prestigious feast is done on-site. Those foreign chefs surely have some culinary skills, right?"
Qiao Shiwen kept massaging her ankle, "Of course, blue-eyed chefs are always top-notch."
Yuan Meili: "The Yun Family is indeed rich, and very generous. Both Qiao Xiaon'an's mother-in-law and grandfather have such a gentle demeanor. I'm relieved that my daughter has married into their family."
Qiao Shiwen: "The people of the Yun Family really are good."
Yuan Meili: "They are, but I still wonder if Xiao'an will feel out of place."
