"Grandpa, if it isn't warm enough, let Old Yao heat the kang a bit more," Lin Ziyin muttered.
"It's warm enough, can't you see I've left my cotton-padded jacket undone?" The old man temporarily set aside his melancholy under her distraction. "Zige, you're busy every day too. Your brother and I discussed it yesterday, and we'll proceed with your marriage to Dayou on the sixth day of next month. It's awfully lonely for him to live in such a large house all by himself." Although he had arranged for Shaohui and some others to accompany him, the old man still felt that a home was incomplete without a mistress.
Upon hearing her own marriage discussed, Zige blushed like a cooked prawn, "Grandpa."
Her coquettish tone carried no authority.
"Boys should marry when they've grown up, girls likewise. In the blink of an eye, you've already grown so much." The old man was somewhat sentimental. "If your parents were still here, they would be delighted."