Zhao Huanhuan lowered her head and chuckled, saying, "Dad, let's drink tomorrow night. Tomorrow during the day, I'll take him out to see our Yuancheng. We'll come back early to cook dinner, and you two can drink a little longer."

Zhao Fugui thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, then tomorrow night."

Seeing that the father and daughter had already planned to test their son-in-law with a drinking contest, Zhang Jinhua suddenly felt a little worried for Lin Yuan. "Hey, you two should stop now. After all, this is the first time your son-in-law has come to visit. If you get him drunk before he's even officially married, it won't look good when they become family."

The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed together.

"Mom, it seems you've agreed to him dating me?" Zhao Huanhuan asked with a smile, already calling him her son-in-law.

“Otherwise what? You’ve already brought him home. If I don’t agree, your reputation will be ruined, especially since you’re living in his house,” Zhang Jinhua said in a low voice.

Zhao Huanhuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. He's a nice person. Although we've only known each other for a few days, I feel like we've known each other for a long time."

"So he'll be at home for a month, does that mean you won't see him until next year?" Zhao Fugui suddenly asked.

Zhao Huanhuan nodded, "Yes, so we've decided to get married before he leaves."

"What?"

"What?"

The Zhao couple were once again startled by their daughter's bold words and couldn't help but raise their voices and shout.

"Huanhuan, isn't this a bit too hasty? You've only known each other for a few days." Zhao Fugui was getting anxious. His daughter was only nineteen, and she was already getting married?

Zhang Jinhua watched Zhao Huanhuan quietly, leaving Zhao Huanhuan somewhat unable to guess what she was thinking.

"Zhao Huanhuan, tell me honestly, did you sleep with that person, so you had no choice but to marry him?" Zhang Jinhua leaned close to Zhao Huanhuan and asked through gritted teeth in a low voice.

Lin Yuan heard two shouts coming from the kitchen and instinctively wanted to go out and see what was going on, but she stopped at the door. She remembered Huanhuan's skills and thought that she was clever and shouldn't get a beating from her father.

He wondered if Huanhuan's mention of marriage had caused the Zhao couple to suddenly become so angry.

Thinking of this, his heart tightened again. After a moment's thought, he opened the door and went out, heading towards the kitchen.

Zhao Fugui saw Lin Yuan walking towards him first.

"Xiao Lin, are you hungry? It'll be ready soon, come and sit down!" Zhao Fugui came out of the kitchen to greet Lin Yuan.

Just then, Zhao Huanhuan finished listening to her mother's words, covered her forehead in exasperation, and was about to reply when she heard her father's words and turned to see Lin Yuan.

His eyes were fixed on her, trying to make sure she was alright.

Zhao Huanhuan smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon, they're baking the oil cakes!" As she spoke, she went over, took out bamboo tweezers, picked up two oil cakes that her mother had baked, put them on a plate, and carried them out of the kitchen.

Zhang Jinhua also noticed Lin Yuan's nervousness towards Huanhuan, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it wasn't just her daughter who was so enthusiastic; this young man also seemed to be very worried about her daughter.

That's good enough.

She no longer needs an answer to the question she just asked.

It's no wonder she asked Zhao Huanhuan that question earlier. The main reason is that something happened at the Li family in the third row a few days ago. The youngest daughter of the Li family got together with a male worker at her workplace. Her family didn't know. Young people are often impulsive, so they ended up sleeping together.

It seems that they went home to say they wanted to get married, but their families disagreed, feeling they were too young, especially since their daughter was only eighteen. Finally, the youngest daughter revealed that she had slept with someone and might even be pregnant with his child. Left with no other option, the family had to agree to the marriage.

The news spread throughout the workplace, and people said that kids these days are really bold.

If they aren't allowed to get married, they'll probably get a lot of criticism.

Zhang Jinhua was genuinely worried that her daughter was too young to understand things. Although Xiao Lin was older and more sensible, her daughter was beautiful. If the girl took the initiative to throw herself at him, what virile man could resist?

Zhang Jinhua imagined a whole drama unfolding before her eyes, but seeing the two people behaving so politely, it didn't seem like that at all.

After the soup was ready, Zhao Huanhuan came in to serve it and leaned close to her mother, saying, "Don't worry, we're completely innocent. It's just that time was tight, so we thought we'd get married before he left. He'll be twenty-five next year, and people in the village say it's best not to get married in your birth year. If we don't get married this year, we'll have to postpone it for another year."

Zhang Jinhua nodded silently after hearing this; she had heard this saying before.

Lin Yuan had been watching Zhao Huanhuan closely. When he saw her talking to Zhang Jinhua, he looked at her mouth and waited for her to finish speaking. Then, Lin Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

He can read lips; he learned it in the army, and only his political instructor knew about it. No one else knew that he could read lips, which is why he often received special missions while in the army.

He roughly guessed what the mother and daughter had been talking about.

When the two started eating, the Zhao couple sat opposite them and drank tea.

Lin Yuan silently lowered her head and ate her food. The rice noodle soup smelled delicious, and it tasted very similar to the food her mother made.

Since it was almost nine o'clock, the two of them didn't eat much. Each of them ate more than half a bowl of rice noodle soup, Zhao Huanhuan ate half a fried dough stick, and Lin Yuan ate the other half of her fried dough stick but didn't eat the other one.

"Xiao Lin, have some of this fried dough too. Auntie will get you some more noodle soup!" Zhang Jinhua pushed the fried dough in front of Lin Yuan. Such a big young man, and he eats so little.

Lin Yuan shook her head and quickly smiled to stop her: "I don't train at night, so I usually don't eat much. Thank you, Auntie. The rice noodle soup is delicious, it tastes just like the rice noodle soup my mom makes."

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