The matchmaker is known for turning the dead into the living, but Mrs. Jiang doesn’t dare to believe it.
Zhu Sangu really admired the current prosperous life of the Lin Family, "What? You don’t believe me? How about this, we set a time to meet and if you don’t like it, we can pretend I never mentioned it?"
With the conversation reaching this point, Mrs. Jiang naturally couldn’t refuse any further.
She thought for a moment and only managed to deflect, "Sangu, I really can’t make this decision. How about this, when the head of our household returns, I’ll discuss it with him?"
"Alright, then I’ll wait for your news."
Zhu Sangu knew very well that one shouldn’t rush in matchmaking, or else even if the marriage happens, the person may not be respected.
So, with just that, she left straightforwardly.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that Lin Sanshui came back after a busy day, and Mrs. Jiang told him about the incident with some frustration. Lin Sanshui was very hesitant.
It wasn’t until dinner that Mrs. Jiang questioned Lin Sanshui again, "His dad, what do you think about Sangu’s proposal? We need to make a decision, right?"
Otherwise, what answer would she give if Zhu Sangu asked tomorrow?
"This matter..." Lin Sanshui sighed and said, "I don’t think there’s a rush."
"How can there not be a rush? Dahu is already fifteen, if we settle the marriage this year, wouldn’t it be perfect to bring the new bride home by the end of the year?" She recalled their worry last year about their child’s marriage due to financial constraints, and now there was no urgency!
"What’s so urgent about fifteen? Our family’s situation isn’t the same as before..." With that, Lin Sanshui paused and said, "Forget it, talking to you wouldn’t help, I was almost worked to death in town today, I’m going to bed first. Don’t tire yourself too much, clean up the table and go wash up and sleep."
Saying this, Lin Sanshui got up and left the table. Mrs. Jiang watched his back, feeling upset, "I don’t understand, you don’t even talk about it, what the hell do I understand!"
Sanhu and Little Hu shrank their necks, Gu Nian sensed something was off and lightly frowned.
In the past, the household was not like this.
Lin Sanshui and Mrs. Jiang were very loving, and Lin Sanshui never hid anything from Mrs. Jiang. He would patiently explain the things she didn’t understand, not like now, suddenly showing a dismissive attitude.
While Mrs. Jiang was cleaning up the dishes, Gu Nian went into Sanhu and Little Hu’s room.
Sanhu and Little Hu were practicing their writing when they saw Gu Nian come in and raised their heads to greet her.
Gu Nian noticed that their writing was better than hers.
But of course, she was busy making money every day, hardly having time to practice writing.
Sitting across from Sanhu, Gu Nian asked him, "Third brother, don’t you think something’s wrong with dad today?"
Even though there was only a two-year difference between Sanhu and Little Hu, Sanhu understood a lot more than Little Hu.
Gu Nian’s question made Sanhu stop writing. After putting away his pen, he said, "Dad’s been like this... for a while now."
"You know?" Gu Nian asked.
Sanhu gave a wry smile, "About half a month now, ever since right after the New Year, dad hasn’t been willing to stay at home. He’s been in town every day now."
He quietly asked his older brothers too, and found out that dad wasn’t always at the Hundred Flavors Inn when in town.
Beyond that, Sanhu didn’t know much more.
Though intelligent, he was still just a child.
But just knowing this much was already enough for Gu Nian.