Meng Yunhan's mouth twitched, can a mother speak about her son like this?
Although she also knew that her son couldn't possibly be deceived by a girl.
But she still had some fantasies about her future daughter-in-law.
What type of girl would her son like?
Chubby? Slim? Cute type, Lolita type, classy type, rich and beautiful?
With so many types, how could she know what type her son prefers?
Actually, no matter what type, as long as her son likes her, she, as a mother, would not oppose them just because the daughter-in-law doesn't meet her ideal criteria.
"Mommy, look, a big fish."
Meng Yunhan heard her daughter's soft voice and approached.
In the old city area.
Wu Qian finally finished cooking in the kitchen.
"Dinner is ready."
Yun Mingrui turned to look at Wu Qian, then got up to wash his hands before sitting down and observing the dishes on the table.
"Don't mind it." Wu Qian knew her own skill level, he was reserved.
