In Old Yang's room, he and his wife were also having a chat.
"Are you very happy?" Zhao Xiaoli asked him.
"Yes, I've been with Xiao Wei since our teenage years, and now both families are living together, of course I'm happy."
"I'm happy too. You know I don't have a mind of my own, so I'll just listen when it comes to food and drink. It's pretty good."
Old Yang was quite satisfied with this aspect of Zhao Xiaoli. Frankly speaking, it meant she was easygoing; to put it harshly, it meant she lacked her own opinions.
"From now on, I'll just handle the food, drinks, and raising the kids."
Old Yang thought to himself, "You never really worried before, and even if you did, it never went smoothly."
Early the next morning, everyone got up. Zhao Xiaoqiang seemed a bit down. He wasn't going on the mountain trip this time; he could only watch enviously.
After breakfast, Jiang Xinyu prepared some food for them. They didn't know when they'd be able to return from the mountain.
