Si Chengye looked at Si Ye and praised with a smile, "You didn't marry the wrong person. Being able to marry Chen Zhi is your blessing."
Si Ye nodded generously, "You're right, marrying her is indeed my blessing."
Si Chengye then looked at Si Xi, "When are you getting married, my second son? You're not young anymore. Just like your brother, find a wife to celebrate the New Year with."
Si Xi chuckled, "Dad, Brother was twenty-seven when he got married. I should at least wait a couple of years."
Si Chengye thought of Song Jiamei, who was just eighteen, indeed needing a couple more years.
"Alright, let's talk about it in two years then."
When the dishes were ready, it was already 7 PM. Chen Zhi and the others brought the dishes to the table, filling it with a variety of flavors, looking very abundant.
