I started with a portal, then turned around and handed it over to the nation.

Lin Mo gasped, his chopsticks trembled, and the vegetables he was holding fell back into the plate.

He suddenly looked up at his mother.

Wang Guifen didn't even look at Lin Mo; she merely glared at him out of the corner of her eye, her lips barely moving as she forced out a few words through gritted teeth:

"What are you standing there for? Serve some food for Xiao Qing! Are you a pig, just thinking about eating yourself?"

Lin Mo rubbed his aching calves and looked at his mother's eyes, which seemed to say, "If you don't move, I'll kick you again." He could only resign himself to his fate.

"Um... Dr. Ye, please try this meat."

Lin Mo's voice was dry and monotonous, like he was reciting a text.

Ye Qing looked at the extra meat in her bowl, then glanced at Lin Mo's forced-to-work expression, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"Thanks."

Ye Qing turned her head, winked at Lin Mo, and her eyes held a hint of mockery.

With the atmosphere set, Wang Guifen felt the time was right.

She put down her chopsticks, leaned forward, and prepared to begin asking questions.

"Xiao Qing, you came in a hurry last time, and Auntie didn't have time to ask in detail. How old are you this year?"

When he heard that they had arrived, Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

This is the standard way to start checking household registration.

He was about to interrupt when Lin Dezhu glared at him, stopping him in his tracks.

Ye Qing put down her chopsticks, sat up straight, and looked completely at ease, showing no sign of displeasure.

"Auntie, I was born in the Year of the Tiger, and I'm twenty-six this year."

Ye Qing answered readily, even adding, "Hmm~ Hehe! I'm three years older than Lin Mo."

When Wang Guifen heard this age, her eyes lit up even more:

"Twenty-six? Twenty-six is ​​great!"

Wang Guifen clapped her hands, her voice rising several octaves:

"Be older and more sensible! Be considerate! Unlike those young girls who just graduated, they still need to be pampered."

Lin Dezhu nodded repeatedly, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and his face was full of approval:

"Yes, yes, yes! Twenty-six is ​​a good age. My job is stable, and I'm more mature."

Wang Guifen pressed her advantage, moving even closer and lowering her voice to ask the question she most wanted to ask:

"So... Xiao Qing, you're so busy with work, have you started dating anyone?"

The question immediately fell silent at the dinner table.

Lin Mo tightened his grip on the chopsticks, his heart skipped a beat.

Ye Qing sensed Lin Mo's stiffness beside her.

She tilted her head slightly, glanced at Lin Mo, then turned to look at Wang Guifen, smiling and shaking her head.

"Auntie, not yet."

Ye Qing's voice was calm, but tinged with helplessness:

"I've been busy with work these past few years, with heavy tasks at the base, so I haven't had much time to think about these things. My family is also pressuring me, but who can say for sure about matters of fate?"

"No, it's not good! It's not good at all!"

Wang Guifen blurted out, then realized her words were inappropriate and quickly corrected herself:

"Auntie is saying that if you haven't met the right person, it's just that fate hasn't brought you together yet! We're not in a rush; good things come to those who wait!"

Wang Guifen's smile was so bright it was almost overflowing.

She's like a daughter-in-law who fell from the sky.

Her eyes darted around, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Mo and Ye Qing twice, before finally getting to the point:

"Xiao Qing, what do you think of... our Lin Mo?"

"This kid is a bit quiet, not talkative, and not very interesting. But he's kind-hearted, family-oriented, and hardworking."

While belittling her son, Wang Guifen observed Ye Qing's reaction:

"You both work in the same company and have a lot of contact with each other. What do you think of him...? Is he alright?"

Lin Mo felt like his scalp was about to explode.

Being pressured by your own mother to do something in person is more suffocating than being publicly executed.

"Auntie, you're too modest."

Ye Qing looked at Wang Guifen, her tone sincere, her eyes filled with a convincing seriousness:

"Lin Mo is outstanding in the base."

"Although he is young, he is very capable and highly valued by his superiors. He is indispensable for many critical tasks."

Ye Qing turned her head and looked at Lin Mo. Her words were still perfectly worded.

Wang Guifen smiled so broadly her eyes disappeared, and she grabbed Ye Qing's hand, looking at her with obvious delight.

"Oh, that's good, that's good! As long as you young people can get along, we're relieved."

She suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Lin Dezhu, and said with a wink:

"Old man, Xiao Qing just said she's three years older than Mo'er, right?"

"Huh? Ah! Right! Three years older!" Lin Dezhu was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant.

As the saying goes!

Wang Guifen slapped her thigh, her voice booming:

"A woman three years older than her husband is a lucky match!"

"This is an extremely auspicious number! If it works out, it'll be like bringing a huge gold brick back to our Lin family!"

"puff--"

Lin Mo almost spat out the mouthful of soup he had just taken a sip of.

He forced himself to swallow, then coughed violently, his face turning a deep liver color.

If we keep talking, we'll probably even decide which kindergarten our child will attend.

No, we have to leave quickly; we can't stay any longer.

Lin Mo glanced at the little bit of rice left in the bowl, and without caring whether it was hot or not, picked up the bowl and ate it in two bites.

He almost choked and rolled his eyes when he swallowed the last bite of rice.

"Snapped!"

Lin Mo placed the empty bowl on the table and laid the chopsticks across it.

"I'm stuffed!"

Lin Mo pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth haphazardly. He stood up, his movement so quick that he knocked over the chair behind him.

Wang Guifen was chatting enthusiastically when Lin Mo's sudden action interrupted her, and her face instantly fell.

"You silly child! What's the rush? Do you have a nail in your butt?"

Wang Guifen glared at Lin Mo:

"Xiao Qing hasn't finished eating yet, and you're already leaving the table? Don't you have any manners?"

Just as Lin Mo was about to find an excuse, Ye Qing next to him also put down her chopsticks.

"Auntie, I'm done eating."

Ye Qing smiled as she neatly arranged the bowls and chopsticks, her movements elegant.

"I wasn't really hungry, but I was a bit greedy and wanted to try your cooking. It was really delicious, I'm so full."

"Huh? You're full already?"

Seeing that both of them had put down their chopsticks, Wang Guifen didn't press the matter further.

She glanced at Lin Mo standing beside her, then at Ye Qing sitting there, her eyes darting around, and suddenly nudged Lin Dezhu, who was gnawing on a chicken foot, with her elbow.

"Hey, old man."

Wang Guifen gestured towards the door with her lips.

Lin Dezhu was enjoying his meal, his mouth greasy with oil, when his wife nudged him. He looked up, bewildered, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Guifen glared at him with exasperation and then stomped on his foot under the table.

"Ouch!"

Lin Dezhu screamed and dropped the chicken claw in his hand.

He met Wang Guifen's eyes, which seemed to want to devour him, and a sudden realization dawned on him.

"Oh! Oh oh oh!"

Lin Dezhu wiped his mouth haphazardly and suddenly stood up:

"Um... well, old woman, shouldn't we go... go to... you know what?"

"right!"