Chen Zhao's mother cleaned up the breakfast and mumbled,""Xiao Ling, you're not young anymore. It's not like you can't afford to buy a house or get married. If you get married soon, I can take care of your children, don't you think so?"
"Mom," Chen Zhao said as he washed up."I can afford a nanny now. You don't have to take care of the child."
Chen Zhao's mother kept shaking her head."That won't do. How can the nanny you hired from outside take care of your child?" It's like a restaurant, with all kinds of spices and hormones. It's delicious, but it's not good for the body!"
Chen Zhao's father was also speechless."Alright, our son's work is going so well. He knows what he's doing. You don't have to keep nagging." Right, son? I don't think it's too much to ask for a marriage certificate next spring Festival, right?"
Chen Zhao was speechless.