After laying the bed, Mrs. Yang headed downstairs and was thrilled to see Li Tingshen had arrived as well.
What was even more important, she noticed the subtlety of the relationship between the two.
Mrs. Yang cooked some late-night snacks, then returned to her room, giving the young couple their own private world.
She even made a cheerful call to Old Madam Li to share the good news.
Gu Mian was indeed a bit hungry and began to eat with her chopsticks.
"Mrs. Yang's cooking is as good as ever."
Li Tingshen served her some vegetables, "You love her cooking; she dared not become rusty, practicing daily by living here alone."
"I heard that to practice, she even volunteers as a chef at the town's nursing home."
"Really?" Gu Mian curved her lips slightly, "That's a good thing."
In the small town, most of the young people work elsewhere, leaving mostly the elderly behind.
