Why is It so Hard to Have a Daughter-in-Law?

Grandpa Su took the rosewood box that had been placed on the table and thrust it toward Yan Qingsi.

 "Now that's what I'm talking about," Mrs. Yue said, "Qingsi, hurry up and open it. See what it is. We don't want it if it's not something nice."

 Yan Qingsi had wanted to decline the gift, but she did not know how to decline it after what Mrs. Yue said.

 She stood up and stepped forward. She took the box with both hands, her demeanor respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Su."

 Yan Qingsi was very elegant and polite. Grandpa Su silently approved of her. From what he saw, Yan Qingsi was neither haughty nor humble. She did not purposely flatter them either. She was a pretty decent young lady. Her character fit the image of what he had heard from others.

 "You don't have to be so formal around me anymore," Grandpa Su said, "Just call me Grandpa, like Tingfeng."