Next door, Yan Yi's mother held a pair of binoculars and looked through the window at the house beside theirs.
Yan Yi's father stood behind his wife, bending slightly at the waist.
"Good, our son's already gone inside. Mrs. Wang, you can serve dinner now." Yan Yi's mother waved with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am," Mrs. Wang replied, holding up a candle.
Mrs. Wang set the dishes on the table one by one and lit a candle on the table for illumination.
Yan Yi's father had never imagined a candlelight dinner could come so suddenly and hastily.
Looking at his wife across the table, Yan Yi's father coughed. "Come to think of it, I still don't know who Yan Yi likes. I need a name before I can talk to Old Shen."
"I think you're better off not knowing. If you bring it up, Old Shen might throw you out." Yan Yi's mother shook her head at his words.
"Who is it? Someone that important?" Yan Yi's father looked unconvinced.
"Shen Ting."
"Shen Ting? Why does that name sound familiar?"
"How could it not? He's Shen Li's younger son." Watching her husband actually ponder it, Yan Yi's mother pressed a hand to her forehead, speechless.
"Shen Li's son!" Yan Yi's father nearly spat out his wine.
"Yes. Think you can hire him with a high salary?" Yan Yi's mother found his reaction amusing.
"Forget hiring him with a high salary. If I so much as mentioned it, Shen Chi would hunt me down." Yan Yi's father touched his neck in relief. Good thing he hadn't messaged Old Shen just now.
"As long as you know. Let our son handle this himself. Come on, cheers!" Yan Yi's mother raised her red wine.
"Cheers!"
Back at the Shen house, Yan Yi was still