As soon as Butong wanted to respond, he heard his grandfather's voice, "Zhang Ma, Zhang Ma, what are you doing knocking at Tongtong's door in the evening?"

mother Zhang replied, "old chief, I stewed pigeon soup to make up for miss and uncle."

"you're still a stranger. In the evening, the couple are in the room. What soup do you send..."

mother Zhang's face is muddled, "but the old chief, it's only eight o'clock now."

not to mention the young people who are used to staying up late. Even for the old people, they haven't slept yet.

"they're newly married. Do they have time to sleep? Don't knock at once,...