The Eighth Day of the Twelfth Lunar Month Means the New Year Is Near

Zhou Yaling pushed up her bangs and said with a smile, "That's right. He just cares about saving face."

"He acts like he's afraid I'll never get married."

Looking at Zhou Yaling's confident expression, Mo Jingchun shifted his tone and said wistfully, "Are you sure your uncle really wants you to get married? Maybe he wants you to bring a husband home instead?"

"Or, at the very least, you could start a new family halfway between your two hometowns. Of course, if the person you find is local, that's another matter."

Zhou Yaling was clearly taken aback. She really hadn't thought about that—not exactly. It was just such a headache that she didn't want to face it. Besides, she didn't even know who her other half would be yet.

Sighing, Zhou Yaling said helplessly, "What can I do? Most families these days only have one child."

Mo Jingchun shook his head. "You're wrong again."

"Other people's thoughts and wishes don't matter. What matters is what you want."

Without even thinking, Zhou Yaling blurted out, "Of course I want to stay close to home, so I can lean on you."

Mo Jingchun's mouth twitched. He said irritably, "Suit yourself. You should find someone first before worrying about anything else. Just because you're willing doesn't mean your partner will be."

After speaking, Mo Jingchun turned to Zero, who was still playing on her phone. "Zero, stop playing. Isn't the supercomputer enough to keep you busy? Go with her to the cafeteria and pick up about a hundred pounds of lean pork."

"I can't even eat any of it. Why should I run errands?" Zero complained, but she was already moving. Zhou Yaling pinched Zero's cheek and said with a grin, "Because you can get by on your face, of course. With you