"When your son was 18, I felt that him marrying a princess was enough and to spare. When he was 25, I felt that if he just found a girl from a good home he could more or less pass his days. Come thirty, my pathetic requirements have already fallen to female, alive, and younger than me."
Mother Yan then took out a white paper from her bag, slamming it down before Father Yan with a bitter and hateful air. "Right now? I've even begun to self-study "The Problems of Gay Marriage"! What else can I ask for! You tell me, besides supporting him with a gold-plated shovel, what else can I do?!"