"Hehe, the Village Chief's family is quite interesting, lively with many people and lots of trivial matters."
Little Kingfisher stood on the eaves of the roof, listening to the gossip at the corner, enjoying it, and sharing it all with his master.
"My brother is only nine years old, yet he already caught someone's attention. Ah, this cursed charm."
Su Qingluo sat on a small stool at the kitchen door, resting her cheek on her hand as she watched Su Zixuan busily cooking on the stove, skillfully handling the pots and pans. She couldn't help but sigh at her brother's flourishing love life.
"The girls in the village get engaged early. Maybe when Su Hu and his wife return, Uncle Dashan's daughter-in-law will really come to inquire about their intentions."
With nothing to do while waiting for the food to cook, Little Kingfisher's gossip-loving heart began to stir again.
"Mother probably won't agree."