"Eating is eating," Qi Yi's mother said with a smile.
"Then what do you mean, having met me now, you still can't like me?" Yan Yan decided to ask outright.
"I just said that Qi Yi should find a gentle, well-educated lady of good family," Qi Yi's mother said in the same gentle tone.
"What then?" Yan Yan's tone was unusually gentle as well, accompanied by a look of eagerness.
"After that, you should know what to do," Qi Yi's mother was pleased with Yan Yan's reaction at the moment.
This girl might not be good at many things, but she was quite receptive to advice.
In high school, just one phone call from her had solved a huge problem for Qi Yi, allowing him to go to Peking University.
Now that they were sitting together and chatting face-to-face, it was naturally even more effective.
In Yan Yan's memory, the phone call during which Qi Yi's mother had urged her to convince Qi Yi to apply to Peking University had been very intense.
