The elderly lady tightened her grip on the chopsticks, a hint of concern flashing through her tea-colored eyes.
She always felt that Hua Tianyou's thoughts were not quite right, but since Hua Tianyou was a good friend of Zhao Zun and had grown up with Zhao Ling'er, she didn't know how to bring it up.
However, if Hua Tianyou's thoughts were heading in that direction, she would not agree no matter what, because, after all, Hua Tianyou had a reputation as a playboy and was not a suitable match for Zhao Ling'er.
Big Fatty's eyes lit up at the story, forgetting to chew his braised pork: "Is it really as amazing as you say? Are those cement houses fireproof?"
"It's more than just that!"
With a "clang," Hua Tianyou slammed the chopsticks onto the bowl, causing a few drops of the soup to splash out.
"It rained a few days ago, and half of Li's thatched roof collapsed. We rebuilt it with cement, and it was ready for people to live in by the next day!"
