Zhang Lanxiang was a warm and chatty woman. As soon as she walked in, she started teasing Qin Jian, "Qin Jian, your little wife is really something! So affectionate and committed, plus she can do business, is well-read, and her cooking skills are beyond reproach. Such a great wife should be married off quickly!"
Qin Jian smiled awkwardly, "Sister-in-law, do you think I don't want to? But no matter how anxious I am, I have to wait until she turns twenty."
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about too." As soon as Zhang Yun started talking about it, she had a lot to say, "Ning and I are so envious of those other families with their chubby grandsons! But look at An Hao, she's still too young."
"What's the hurry, my son will let you hold a grandson sooner or later! No need for you to fret every day." Ning Yibin couldn't help but talk about his wife.
"Indeed. The chief is right! Good food is worth waiting for! Good things need to be ground out slowly!" Commander Zhang chuckled as he spoke.