"I'll send him a bowl of noodles," Mianmian replied dryly.
The room laughed again, and Auntie Jiong tsked. "Don't joke with me, girl. I'm serious."
"I know," she said softly, setting the dish on the tray. "But let me build my own name first."
There was a pause. A quiet shift in the air.
Auntie Jiong nodded, sipping the tea again. "Fair enough."
Then she smiled slyly. "Still. If someone does show up with a nice car and a nice voice, you better let me know. I'll vet him for you."
"Of course." Mianmian laughed, handing over the finished tray. "No one gets through the matchmaking dragon gate without your blessing."
"That's right."
Mianmian's thought drifted to Lu Yanchen, she wondered if he was thinking about marriage too, she shook her head. A man like him, of course he'd be nagged to get married everyday.
So when he said he wanted to court her, did he also think of her as wife material?
