Hearing Shen Huaiyu praise their son, the factory owner and his wife beamed from ear to ear. "It's just a hobby. It won't put food on the table or earn him any money, and his mother and I are worried! If he keeps tinkering with that junk every day, he won't even be able to find a wife in the future."
Shen Huaiyu disagreed with the owner's wife. "Senior Brother Jin is incredibly skilled at restoring cultural relics. He definitely won't have trouble finding a job in the future."
Cheng Lang studied the factory owner and his wife with an odd expression.
The owner's wife noticed Cheng Lang's look and asked, "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing." Cheng Lang shook his head with a smile. He just had a hard time imagining how Jin Huaiyuan, born to the factory owner and his wife, could possibly be so poised and refined.
The owner's wife smiled. "Now that you mention it, the more I look, the more I think our Huaiyuan looks a little like the two of you. Don't you think that's fate? When Huaiyuan comes home on a break someday, I'll call you two over for dinner. Auntie will make dumplings for you. What fillings do you like?"
Before she finished speaking, the owner's wife looked at Luo Pu and realized she had left someone out. She immediately added, "Old Luo, you should come too. As they say, a distant relative is less useful than a close neighbor. Neighbors ought to visit each other often. That's how people get familiar. The more friends you have, the more paths you have. Isn't that right?"
Luo Pu smiled and agreed. He felt rather moved. Though the couple was rough around the edges, they were kindhearted, warm, hospitable, and loyal.
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