"What are you two doing here, whispering sweet nothings to each other?" The uncle looked at Su Zhiruan, then at Fu Huaichu.
At that moment, his dark face was full of gossip, and he threw the hoe to the ground as he came closer, craning his neck curiously to observe them. His words carried no pretense, "When are you planning to hold the wedding banquet? Make sure it's lively when you do!"
"Ah, it has been such a long time since Su Family Village has seen a wedding celebration, your marriage would certainly bring joy to us old folks." The uncle feigned a sigh. After observing for a while, he thought that Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu looked as if they had been together for a long time.
Perhaps they were not aware of it themselves, but to someone who had been around, it was obvious how they felt about each other, and getting married was just a matter of time.
