"I was just making a comment," Old Mr. Yan said with much aggrievance.
Yan Jingting lifted his hand to his lips to hide his smile and said, "From now on, I'll make sure Uncle gets plenty of rest."
Old Mr. Yan nodded in great satisfaction.
The family was about to have a meal when Yan Qilan quickly came down from upstairs too.
Yan Jingting's uncle had been frail since childhood, fond of reading, especially literature, and was now a scholar researching literature. He had the scholarly air and inherited the Yan family's handsome genes, displaying a distinguished temperament.
After lunch, as the family sat in the living room chatting, the two elders distributed the local products they brought back from their travels. Eventually, the conversation turned to Yan Jingting and Yan Qilan.
Old Madam Yan glanced sidelong at Yan Qilan, "Qilan, you're thirty-seven this year. When do you plan on getting married?"
Yan Qilan: "..."
