Grandma Lin looked up at her and smiled, "Why didn't you bring your daughter-in-law today?"

She had already foreseen the tribulations Lu Yunshen was destined to experience, but she simply didn't say anything.

“She works half a day at the factory, saying she’s saving money to build a house,” Wang Atai casually replied.

She looked around but didn't see the two children, which was quite unusual.

Lin Atai nodded. People always need to have some goals, otherwise they easily feel empty and irritable.

Wang Atai put down the melon seeds and looked at her suspiciously.

Did Lin Atai cut out paper for writing?

She had never seen Lin Atai write such beautiful regular script before. She leaned closer and smelled the stench of ink.

That's right, she thought ink smelled bad.

Wang Atai felt that the ink fragrance described in the book was a lie...

"Are you writing a will?" Wang Atai grabbed some sunflower seeds and continued cracking them open.

The strong caramelized flavor of the melon seeds diluted the taste of the ink.

"Mm," Lin Atai responded.

When Lin Jun's parents came to visit, she felt that she should write down everything in the house and give it to her eldest granddaughter for safekeeping.

She was very focused when she wrote, and soon the whole sheet of paper was filled with writing.

Wang Atai clicked her tongue in admiration; she had never seen such beautiful handwriting before.

In the past, when she wrote talismans, she would just scribble a few strokes to get by.

Although he was good friends with Lin Atai, in that special era, who would dare to take out paper, inkstone, and brush?

In the past, they had to be very careful when drawing talismans, for fear of being labeled by others.

"The old woman even wrote a will? What good things are you hiding?"

Wang Atai rolled his eyes, feeling that his old friend was being unnecessary.

Is this any different from taking off your pants to fart?