"Right! Grandma, Immortal Grandpa said that you should leave tomorrow, leaving today would lead to mishaps," Zhaodi said with certainty.
Jiang Changhai, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly chimed in to support, "Mom, my maternal family has plenty of hands, they won't miss one more. Besides, it's been raining for three days, the roads outside are all muddy, definitely hard to navigate. At your age, it would be no good if you were to fall."
Hearing this, Zhaodi secretly rejoiced in her heart, seeing that even the sharpest uncle in the family believed she was blessed by Immortals.
And Zhang Guihua felt that her eldest son made sense, so she nodded, "Alright, we'll leave tomorrow then, and make it an early start."
If necessary, she would bring an extra box of walnut crisps for her parents, as an apology.