Cheng Cunzheng had just received a gift that pleased him greatly, so when he heard Zhao Ruolan speak, he knew she was about to throw down the gauntlet. He hurriedly said, "Ruolan, try this pig's trotter, it's stewed perfectly to the taste!"
Zhao Ruolan wasn't going to fall for that, as she picked up a pig's trotter and placed it in her bowl while looking at Zhou Jingwei with a smile that held a hint of sharpness, "Weiyue is 22 this year. How soon do you think you can settle your family's affairs?"
Zhou Jingwei, sticking to the inherent precision of a lawyer, chose his words carefully, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll have absolute control over the Zhou Family's affairs within two years, and then I will marry Weiyue and take her home."
Zhao Ruolan nodded her head, showing neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction, and cheerfully said, "Let's eat! We must all be hungry after talking so much. Jingwei, you eat first!"