"Sister Qingge can write poetry too?" Xiaofeng showed a surprised expression.
"Hey, handsome, don't look down on your sister here, what can't I do? It's just writing a poem, right?" Yu Qingge suddenly became arrogantly annoying, "Besides, even if I can't write poetry, I can recite it... all those Tang poems, Song lyrics, Yuan melodies, I did attend college..."
"Cough cough..." Yang Ruxin coughed hurriedly, "Alright, no more showing off, if you show off too much, things might collapse..."
Yu Qingge knew she might have said something wrong again and quickly shut her mouth.
Yang Xiaoliu had also realized by now and chuckled, "Heihei, there are indeed many people wanting to become in-laws with you. Just the other day, someone from the neighboring village came to sweet-talk my mom about arranging a match for Xiaofeng, but my mom chased him off..."
Everyone nodded their heads in understanding without saying a word.
