Yuan Xiuqin's smile deepened.
"No problem, I'll teach you a few dishes that our Ruanruan likes."
"Thank you very much, Auntie."
"I heard Xiaofu is the son of a prominent family in Beijing. How do his parents feel about you two?"
Jiang Yuchui sat up straight, his tone light, but his mind was in turmoil.
After all, they were just a common family.
High-profile families might have their prejudices.
Jiang Ruan frowned slightly, "Dad, let's not get into that."
However, Fu Chi reached under the table, taking her hand, his face always wearing a light smile.
"My parents have passed away, so the problem you worry about won't exist."
Jiang Yuchui and Yuan Xiuqin both looked up in surprise.
Suddenly, they didn't know how to carry on the conversation.
Yuan Xiuqin even glared at Jiang Yuchui in reproach.
Now they were prying into the child's sad past.
Jiang Yuchui also felt awkward. How could he have known this was the case?
