In the evening, when Zhou Shuren returned, Zhulan waited until the whole family had retired for the night before she and Zhou Shuren returned to their room and asked, "When Lin's mother returned home, did the county magistrate say anything?"
"The county magistrate will have time the day after tomorrow; he mentioned that he hasn't met our two sons, who are scholars, and hopes he can meet them."
Zhulan understood, "Dong Chuchu has taken a liking to one of our sons; it's just unclear whether it is Chang Zhi or Chang Lian."
Zhou Shuren was a bit tired, "We'll find out when the time comes. Give me a shoulder rub, will you? I've been writing all day, and my shoulders are sore."
A baby who cries gets fed, and he thoroughly understood Zhulan's tender heart. He wasn't foolish enough to shoulder everything himself. If he was tired, he admitted it, and besides, Zhulan's massage techniques were genuinely good. He wouldn't miss this benefit.
