An Yi shook his head.

"I don't know either. Ask your parents when they come back."

"Tch, I don't want to ask our soft-hearted mother. Dad listens to her so much. I'll ask Grandpa instead. Among all the elders in this family, only Grandpa is truly insightful."

"What are you talking about? Why are you so excited?"

"Ah, Grandpa's back?"

Why are you back so soon?

"Have you sent them away?" Anle greeted An Dalin with a grin.

"I left quickly, and the meal was eaten in a hurry. I was called away by people from town."

Anjing moved a wooden stool for An Dalin, who sat down with a happy smile on his face.

She smiled quietly.

"If you can walk so quickly during the marriage negotiations, there must be something important going on, right?"

An Dalin responded with great satisfaction.

"Ah, they said a big deal had come to our door, so I rushed back in a hurry!"

This is a very good marriage; they've found a good family for us!

"No worries about food or drink, and marrying into the family means becoming the shopkeeper's wife—what a blessing!"

"Grandpa, where are Mom and Dad? Why didn't they come?" Anle grabbed a chicken leg and handed it to An Dalin.

"Grandpa, have a chicken leg."

“Grandpa doesn’t want to eat, and he just ate. You can keep it for yourselves.”

"This chicken leg was originally meant for Grandpa," Anle said with a smile, stuffing it into An Dalin's mouth.

An Yi, with great tact, took out a small pot of wine for An Dalin and poured it for him, saying, "Grandpa, on such a happy day, have a couple of drinks."