Liang Yougen thought about what he said to his third son when he broke his leg. A father told his son to give up treatment. What did he think at that time? He was such a bastard.

Things are changing. What would he do if he heard his son tell him not to receive treatment while he was lying in bed today?

Angry, roaring, or frustrated?

He knew in his heart that even if that day came, no matter how hard he forced them, they would have excuses.

Liang Yougen couldn't say he was lucky at the moment, but he was lucky. Fortunately, he didn't do everything right, so that they still recognized him as their father.

Awen ran back to her room like a rabbit. Liang Jiafen, Liang Jiajing, Wang and Zhu were all waiting for her in the room.

She raised her eyebrows. Look, she was not the only one who thought it was normal for Liang Yougen to seek her out.

As soon as she entered the room, she poured a glass of water and then looked at the four pairs of eyes and twitched: "Grandpa asked me to introduce a husband to Liang Jiajing in the future."

Mrs. Zhu frowned: "What do you, a little girl, know about this marriage thing?"

The eldest Wang had a different idea: "My father-in-law looks like he is making arrangements for his funeral."

As the only adult woman in the family, Liang Jiafen would have to observe mourning for her grandfather for three years if Liang Yougen really passed away.

"Mom, Grandpa, he..." Liang Jiafen didn't finish her words, but Wang knew what she meant.

The eldest Wang thought for a while and said to Zhu: "Third brother and sister, please help me check if there is a man of the right age in your natal family. You can make a decision first. If the father-in-law... By then, it won't be too late."

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Mrs. Zhu looked at Liang Jiafen and nodded. As for the two younger ones next to her, they were no longer considered.

Liang Jiafen was somewhat prepared. She wanted to tell the Wang family, but she was also afraid that she would scold her for disregarding her reputation and having a private relationship with a man.

Awen and Liang Jiali looked at each other, feeling a little worried about Liang Jiafen.

The next day, Duan Jiahong took a rest. He ran to Shangyang Village to find Awen to place an order.

A batch of goods were delivered before, but there was not enough to sell in the store. Now he received an order from the Huang family. The stock was not enough, so he was sent by his father to Shangyang Village to place an order.

"You have to give me more this time. I'll give you a hundred kilograms of vermicelli anyway."

Awen calculated the recent noodle yield rate, thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, how can the vermicelli be sold easily? Not only is the noodle soup delicious, but the stir-fried noodle is also delicious."

Duan Jiahong nodded. His mother made it once before and it tasted very good. He even ate two big bowls of it.

"Are there any new products recently?"

Awen shook her head. She was recently arrested by her father for endorsement, so she had no time to think about new products.

But it’s almost the end of the month, and it’s time to release new products.

"I'll think about it in a few days."

When Duan Jiahong heard that there was something going on, his eyes lit up: "What new product? Can I try it first?"

Awen looked at him and explained in a funny way: "We haven't finished everything yet, so we can't rush."

"Oh, you are really appetizing. The old lady of the Huang family has her birthday in two days, and I have to go. I thought I could get a different gift."

Awen's eyes flashed: "Huang family? That Huang family?"

Duan Jiahong looked at Awen's curious look and raised his eyebrows wickedly: "Tell me first what you want to do?"

Awen was anxious, and they would always eat it after making it, so she didn't hide it: "Braised tofu."

Then he quickly urged him: "It's up to you to tell me."
Chapter completed!