"Mom, I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Li Siyan lazily picked pieces of meat from the bowl.

"I'm worried about you. Look at A Yu from the next door. My life is so miserable! I've given birth to such an ignorant person." Li Wei picked up his bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"I don't mean that. Is it that difficult to find a suitable one?" Li Siyan whispered when she saw her mother Li Wei having a big mouthful of food with a stern face.

Li Wei swallowed some dry rice and put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Then you give it to me, who do you like? I will propose marriage to you tomorrow. Haven't your sister been fine? Since you were born, I have been worried about your father. Isn't it all for you to live a stable life one day?"

"Yes, Mom and Dad are both for us sisters, but Mom, you have a good vision and good fortune when you met Dad. My dad has a good temper and can do anything. I don't ask for anything. I can find someone who can chat with you and live a more stable life. Otherwise, I will always quarrel all day long and not a home, right? Mom?" Li Wei opened his eyes and looked at his mother Li Wei pitifully.

"You are just sensible, ghost girl." Li Wei glanced at his eldest daughter Li Siyan in anger. The anger in her heart was much more relaxed by her words, and then he picked up his bowl to have a meal.

Li Siyan put a piece of lean meat into her mother Li Wei's bowl. Li Wei felt sorry for her eldest daughter after all. No matter what, it was to be able to hold her grandson as soon as possible like other families. However, after several blind date arrangements failed, Li Wei no longer interfered in the personal emotions of her eldest daughter Li Siyan.

After dinner, my mother took a shower with water, and my sister Li Siyan also returned to her room and closed the door. Then the lights in the room also went out. Li Simeng was sitting at the desk and writing down all her journey today. This habit was one day in elementary school. The Chinese teacher said on the podium, "If you want to have good Chinese, you must develop the habit of writing diaries." Since then, Li Simeng insisted on recording what she saw and heard every day day after day.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of the pen in her hand rubbing back and forth on the paper. Soon, I could hear the sound of opening the door and closing the door in the corridor. It was the sound of my mother returning to the room and closing the door after drying her clothes.
Chapter completed!