Tian Qinglan saw that Han Shuzhen didn't have any, and declined:
"It's okay if others don't, but how can you, as the mother-in-law, not have any?"
Han Shuzhen said with a smile:
"It's alright, Xiaoyan has bought a lot of snow pears again, and will soon make a large batch. It won't be too late for me to have some then. As teachers, you use your voices a lot, so you should take it."
Tian Qinglan said with emotion:
"My Ren Jie is really lucky to have met such wonderful relatives like you."
"Professor Tian, you're too kind. We usually wish we could connect with scholars like you, but we're not able to."
After Han Shuzhen finished speaking, she apologetically said to other relatives and friends:
"Everyone can wait until next time. At the latest, the day after tomorrow, the new batch of autumn pear paste will be ready, and you can all have a jar. Just a heads up, one small spoonful in hot water is enough, don't be greedy, or you might end up with diabetes."
