Jiang Mansion
At the dining table, Jiang Chengsi bore ninety percent of the heat by himself. The old lady didn't emerge victorious in the "naming" contest with Mr. Tang, so she took her frustrations out on him.
He kept poking Jiang Shiyi beside him, seeking rescue:
Bro, dear Bro, can't you say something to help me?
Jiang Shiyi was busy peeling shrimp for Taotao, glancing at him lightly: "Grandma is right, you should listen carefully."
The old lady seemed to remember Jiang Shiyi only then, "Third son, does what you said earlier mean you have someone in mind?"
He threw the peeled shrimp into the small dish in front of Taotao, without denying it.
"How old is she, and what does she do?"
"She's my colleague."
Upon hearing that she worked in the lab, the old lady smiled broadly, knowing that anyone working there must at least hold a master's degree and have stable job prospects.
Everyone knew Jiang Shiyi was picky; if he found someone suitable, she must be exceptional.
