Xu Dageng wasn't the type to get a young man drunk just to pry the truth out of him, and Xu Qiguang had no intention of doing so to Shen Weimin either. As a result, the meal was quite harmonious.
As for Old Mrs. Xu, although her every word was laced with probing questions, the fact that she repeatedly placed pieces of rabbit meat in Shen Weimin's bowl with her chopsticks showed she was very satisfied.
'Of course she was. Her granddaughter looked like a piece of charcoal, with none of a young lady's charm about her whatsoever. She didn't even know how to blush when the young man himself came to propose marriage.'
'What a crying shame.'
'No wonder they say a good man never gets a good wife, while a scoundrel marries a beauty. If this wasn't her own granddaughter, she wouldn't even dare to dream of such a grandson-in-law.'
