Jiang Defu smiled, but also felt a little melancholy: "I'm not unhappy at all, I just can't bear to let go."

Mother Jiang also sighed, took the scarf she had just knitted today, put away her needles, and said, "Even if I'm reluctant, I have to let it go. After all, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as it doesn't bring harm to our daughter, it's fine."

Jiang Defu nodded, and Mother Jiang took the scarf to her daughter's room: "Xiao Ci, come and take a look. Mommy knitted a scarf for you. It's red, and it looks festive. It suits you perfectly."

Although the family is well-off, Jiang's mother loves her daughter dearly and is always willing to make any small personal item for her daughter herself.

Jiang Xiaoci took the rose-colored scarf with fine stitches and soft touch and put it around her neck. Her elegant eyebrows and eyes were even more beautiful against the rose-colored scarf.

She smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Mom."

Mother Jiang was stunned by what she saw and said with a smile, "This child is so polite to his mother. My little Ci has really grown up and is so pretty."

In contrast to the Jiang family's quiet warmth, the Lu family was bustling with activity. All the family members had arrived, and since Lu Zhoushan was recuperating at home, the whole family gathered together for dinner.

Lu Zhoushan was in poor health and still ate little for dinner. Old Mrs. Lu felt sorry for her youngest son and couldn't help but persuade him to eat more.

She didn't try to persuade him any more tonight because there were more important and happier things to distract her.

The family was very happy to learn that Lu Zhoushan's blind date went very smoothly and that he had found a beautiful girl.

Old Mrs. Lu asked for the eighth time tonight, "Old man, tell me, do you really think that girl is fine?"

Lu Zhoushan leaned back in his chair, casually picked up the chopsticks with one hand, and said slowly: "Mom, how many times do you need me to tell you? She is beautiful, and I think it's not surprising that she is good-looking."

After being shocked, Mr. Lu has now calmed down and is drinking his soup slowly. The movements and expressions of the two men are surprisingly similar.

Lu Yuanshan and his wife also listened to their conversation while eating, with smiles on their faces.

Mrs. Lu smiled after hearing this and then asked, "Is it just her good looks? What else?"

Lu Zhoushan remained unhurried, his voice clearly a little impatient: "She's well-educated and well-mannered. I think she's good in every way. Are you satisfied with this?"

Old Madam Lu glared at him and said, "This child is getting angry with me."

No matter what she said, the old lady was still happy. Her son was still unmarried at his age, and he met a girl he liked on his first blind date. It was a happy event no matter how you looked at it.

Lu Yuanshan smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Mom, please don't ask anymore. My brother will be annoyed if you ask again. Since he likes her, why not let him get along with her?"

Mrs. Lu glanced at Lu Zhoushan and agreed with a smile, "Yes, Mom, it's rare for my brother to like someone. Let's not ask too much. Wait until he gets along well with others and find a suitable time to bring him home to see him. Then everything will be clear."

Lu Zhoushan said nothing, just looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, letting them talk.

Mrs. Lu was even more delighted when she heard this: "That's right, old man, you have to get along well with that girl."

Then he served another bowl of soup to his sick youngest son.

"Drink more, Mom put bullwhip in it."

The old lady of the Lu family said so, thinking that bullwhip is an aphrodisiac and may make her youngest son look less sickly.