As Shen Weimin neared his home, he saw his somewhat familiar cousins and other kinsmen winking and nudging each other, shouting that he was back before he even had a chance to stop his bicycle.
"Weimin, hurry up and tell us, which girl has caught your eye? Is it true your mom is planning to prepare a huge betrothal gift for you to get married?"
"Yeah, which girl is it?"
"Spill it! Is she someone we know? What does she look like? Have you held her hand yet? Is it Little Lan'er from Xiao Dianzi, or that Qin Xue?"
"Get outta here! What're you all blabbering about? The more you talk, the more worked up you get, even dropping names. I heard your mom and dad were talking about getting your betrothal gift ready, but *someone* wasn't having it. Said she didn't get a single cent for a betrothal gift when she married in, hahaha! You're back at the perfect time. Hurry inside, Grandpa and Grandma are both in there."
