Yao's mother looked at Ali's figure, wanting to call her back, but then felt it wasn't appropriate, so she said nothing.
Ali walked into the kitchen.
Mother Liu was still well-prepared today, which was considered basic etiquette.
Ali carried a dish that had already been cooked, ready to go out.
"Xiaoli, don't go yet, I have some questions for you," Mother Liu suddenly called out to her.
Ali put down the plate, "Ask whatever you want."
"I just took a look at that young man, he's quite handsome. Tell me honestly, did you meet him at your place?" Mother Liu asked seriously.
"Yes."
Mother Liu had a knowing look on her face.
She looked at Ali, "Actually, your age is neither too young nor too old. I'm not opposed to marriage, but I'm just afraid you might get deceived. Your place is so complicated, even someone like me knows that. Xiaoli, you've been sensible and kind-hearted since you were young, and this lifelong matter is truly important for you to consider carefully."
