Wang Qiuling's eyes brightened, and her joy was overwhelming.
As Mu Yonghua welcomed everyone to sit down, he chuckled incessantly, "That's enough, that's enough. If you keep on praising her, she'll be over the moon."
Wang Qiuling shot him a glance, "You're such an old fool, only you would say that."
Mu Yonghua didn't mind his wife's rebuke, he just kept laughing, "Alright, alright, everyone must be hungry now, let's start..."
Wang Qiuling glared at him severely and scolded, "Have some manners, have patience, not everyone is here yet!"
Observing them, Yu Jingrong found their simple, everyday life very warm and happy, making her incredibly envious.
Hold on, she said there are still guests to come. Who else is coming? Yu Jingrong asked softly.
Mu Yonghua laughed, "It's Miss Huang from next door. I ran into her when I went out to buy groceries. Upon hearing we were having a full old-fashioned banquet at our home today, she said she'd come over to join us for the meal."