The Old Song Family seemed to think every young man was a great guy.
They found everyone they met quite agreeable...
'I wonder if they're just judging by looks.'
After Xie Ning finished her silent complaints, the family joyfully went off to prepare dinner.
The conversation was lively and enthusiastic as they ate.
"How about this: from now on, you can leave the farming to me, your uncle," Song Youzhi volunteered. "I'm the best farmer here."
"Get outta here." The old man didn't hesitate to snatch away this cushy job. "When it comes to farming, can any of you compare to me and my old wife?"
"Ningning, don't you worry. Just leave the vegetable patch to us. Your grandma and I will look after it for you."
"Okay," Xie Ning agreed with an obedient nod.
Song You'ai said with a smile, "This is for the best. The temperature outside really is too low these days. If my parents can live in Ningning's farmhouse Space, we can make sure they won't suffer from the cold."
