Meng Meiling nodded.
"Your taste in men is quite decent."
Shi Qianxi chuckled.
"Mom, are you complimenting me or mocking me?"
Meng Meiling remained silent.
Shi Qianxi, holding her mom's arm, leaned even closer, "My good taste is inherited from your virtues."
Or not.
Is she complimenting her mom or mocking her?
"Your taste is better than mine."
"Don't say that. Mom, look, you've been divorced for so long, yet Dad is still alone. What does that say? Mom, Dad is just proud, like all men, with a stubborn mouth."
Shi Qianxi got more into it, "I think you should just remarry, there's no time like the present, two blessings at once."
What a case of two blessings at once.
Fortunately, Meng Meiling is a Buddhist, and has a calm disposition, otherwise with a short-tempered mom, she'd surely get a kick.
"You understand joy in a unique way."
Shi Qianxi laughed, playfully shaking her mother's arm.
"Mom～"
Mother and daughter walked downstairs.
