Huangfu Zheng pulled her into his embrace and asked with his head lowered, "May I ask, Miss Tang, when you will marry Huangfu Zheng?"
"It depends on your performance," Tang Anzhi tilted her chin up and glanced at him sideways. She was only twenty now, and there was no rush to get married.
"Alright, then just wait and see, but don't make me wait too long," Huangfu Zheng's good mood that evening was apparent at that moment. He felt the girl loosen up, which was very good news for him.
It seemed that the marriage could indeed happen sooner rather than later.
He had never expected to get her consent that same night, merely probing; however, the result was more than satisfactory.
The two of them returned home in a cheerful mood, and it was only then that Tang Anzhi remembered she hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she asked Huangfu Zheng, "Are you hungry? I'm going to cook some noodles. Will you have some?"
"You haven't had dinner?" Huangfu Zheng asked.
