"Auntie, my name is Zhou Jiajia, you can just call me Jiajia. I'm thirty-three this year, a few years older than Yifan. However, I can cook, and I can do housework, I hope you won't look down on me for that," Jiajia said.
Zhou Jiajia was extremely nervous. As the oldest among the four women, she was very afraid that Lin Yifan's mother would mind this point; after all, the older generation in Shenzhou Country tended to be more traditional, especially in rural areas.
Seeing Jiajia's little hands constantly fidgeting with her clothes and her face flushed with panic, Lin Yifan's mother smiled, took Jiajia's hands in hers, and comforted her kindly, "Jiajia! Don't be nervous. Isn't there a saying in Shenzhou Country, 'A woman three years older, a treasure of gold.' As long as you treat Yifan well, I won't have any objections."
"Really? Thank you, Auntie!"
Jiajia was overjoyed, with Lin Yifan's mother's words, she felt reassured.
