The parents said that since he would eventually marry someone, why not marry Song Lingling?
In the vast sea of people, being able to meet Song Lingling because of that iron box, if he doesn't marry her, who else would he marry?
Besides, he didn't like any other girls.
Song Lingling was good; Yijun listened to his parents and treasured her, but he wasn't a mama's boy.
He had his own opinions on other matters.
Maybe seeing that Yijun didn't want to continue the topic, Song Lingling didn't press further.
She didn't want to continue on that issue either, talking about this topic was less enjoyable than eating pigeon.
Fried pigeon is really delicious!
Song Lingling's eyes lit up as she looked at Yijun, "Slightly spicy, fragrant, and crisp, you can even eat the bones. Jing Yijun, is your aunt a chef?"
"Yes."
"Wow, it's best as a snack!"
"If you want to eat it, I'll have her make it whenever there's time. As a snack, it also nourishes the body," Yijun said.
