"Alright, I'll take a look with you." Lan's mother sat down beside her: "So many, how long will this take?"
"Yeah, that's why I have a headache. I wanted you to help me choose, Auntie."
"Okay, okay, I'll help you pick." Lan's mother said.
The two sat down together.
They started in the daytime, continued after dinner, and still weren't done.
The ones they were somewhat satisfied with were set aside, while the ones they didn't like at first glance were put to another side.
"Oh, my neck hurts from all this looking." Lan's mother moaned.
"Let me massage it for you," Fan Rou eagerly said.
"You're the best. My brat at home never knows how to be considerate."
"It's just not reflected in the details, but he's very caring in everyday life," Fan Rou said.
"That's true. He can cook and knows how to take care of others, something many men can't do."
Every mother in the world is like this; they can talk about their sons' shortcomings, but others can't.
