"Children have their own blessings. You should worry about Lao San. From the time Lao Da was born, he's rarely made us worry. As for marriage, let him handle it himself."
Mrs. Duan glanced at him and snorted, "It's easy for you to say. I'm his mother, how can I not worry? Besides, I'd like to hold a grandson soon."
Talking about grandchildren, Mr. Duan couldn't help but sigh, "Yes, I wonder when we'll be able to hold a grandson."
Mrs. Duan sighed as well, "We have three sons, but even the youngest is twenty-six or seven already. Yet, we haven't even seen the shadow of a grandchild. Let's not mention Lao Da and Lao Er, but I think Lao San is just like you."
Mr. Duan didn't know how the topic turned to him, "Hey, why like me? What's wrong with me? Was I like him back in the day?"
"You were pretty similar. How many girlfriends did you have? You probably couldn't even keep count yourself, right?"
