Li Cui was listlessly cooking braised beef, and Zhang Yu was genuinely worried seeing the old lady like this.
"Grandma, take it easy; this is everyone's beef." If something goes wrong, Zhang Yu wouldn't know how to compensate the other party.
Even if they say it's okay, with so much meat, would she really feel comfortable compensating them?
Li Cui looked at Zhang Yu wistfully, "It was hard finding a nice young man, and yet it turned out like this."
The old lady was unhappy thinking about it; originally, she thought there was hope for her granddaughter's marriage, but it ended up empty.
Zhang Yu smiled helplessly, understanding that for the old lady obsessed with her granddaughter's future husband and keen to hold a fourth generation, this was the most important thing.
Li Cui fiercely stir-fried the beef, huffing, "Really, what's the rush?"
"Do you know your parents had already confirmed their feelings by your age?"