A house full of brand-new furniture and decorations, how could it not fill one with joy?
After her daughter Wu Lan had worked hard for half her life, life was finally looking up. Grandmother's eyes and brows were filled with smiles as she said:
"Good, good, good!"
"Tantan," she sighed now, "you said on the way here that you wanted to focus on your career before finding a partner. It does make sense now that I see it—you've managed to build such a big house. What if your future partner can't afford one? Then isn't it true that the quality of life would only get worse? That really won't do."
Song Tan: ...
If Grandma had said this earlier, why would she have bothered with all that nonsense talking?
But Song Tan's faint melancholy didn't last long because as soon as Grandmother opened the door, there stood Zhang Yanping, now dark and tall at the doorway, grinning at her with a mouthful of big white teeth:
"Grandma, I picked out the mattress for you, is it to your liking?"
