"Children like Xiao Yuan, as long as they are healthy, are always likable."
Aunt Liu took the herbal soup off the stove and carried it to the east room.
In the east room, Liu Yumei's voice could be heard chatting to the ancestral tablets:
"The more I look at Xiao Yuan, the more I like him."
Aunt Liu deliberately raised her voice and said, "Oh my, when bringing a son-in-law in, you can only bring in an honest one. You can't bring in some wild man from afar, or else the family assets will be taken advantage of by others."
Liu Yumei turned her head, face tense, looking at Aunt Liu, but then she couldn't hold back and laughed:
"You're just itching for trouble, aren't you? A slap for your cheek."
Aunt Liu put down the herbal soup and said, "Drink your medicine first, and I'll take a slap to relieve your bitterness."
Liu Yumei picked up the bowl, drinking while looking at the new ancestral tablet above, and asked, "Are all the paint materials the same color?"
