Huangfu Zheng was about to speak when Tang Anzhi reached out and pinched him, her gaze threatening him not to say anything to anger the old lady.
Huangfu Zheng feared nothing more than his wife getting angry. Under her oppressive influence, he swallowed his previously harsh words and said instead, "It's fine for the two of them to go. You can wait at home for news. If you're really happy, then you can just go to the kitchen and supervise—make a few more dishes to celebrate."
One must always find things for the old lady to do; otherwise, she gets unbearably bored.
"Alright, you make sense, I won't go." Ruan Shiyun said regretfully, then brightened up, "Today is a big happy day; indeed, the kitchen should prepare more dishes. I'll go say it now."
After she said this, she hurried off.
"Our old lady is really spirited!" Huangfu Yinteng watched the old lady's brisk steps and couldn't help but lament.
Truly there was no old lady who was more lively than theirs.
