In just a little while, the three men had finished cooking, and the family enjoyed the rare time together.
Gu Qing eagerly brought Feng Shulan to the table and said, "Mom, what do you think?"
This question was subtly asked, and Feng Shulan chuckled, lowering her voice, "Are you talking about the food, or about Zishuang?" She asked knowingly.
"Of course, it's…" Gu Qing glanced at Mo Zishuang not far away, the implication was clear.
Seeing her son like this, Feng Shulan understood and said, "Very good, tomorrow I'll check your horoscopes and arrange it as soon as possible."
Perhaps, due to Gu Tong's earlier uproar, the wedding planning was expedited.
However, this was exactly what Gu Qing wanted, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
