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Yang Huaming was clueless, oblivious to everything. He warmly greeted Chen Biao's father. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! Chen Biao's father, however, only found out that this was the father of his future son-in-law, so he paid more attention to Yang Huaming and was also very enthusiastic. After some pleasantries, Yang Ruqing stood up and said, "Tang Ya Zi, Fourth Uncle, Chen Biao's father and I have something to discuss, so we'll be leaving for a while." Luo Fengtang, of course, knew what Yang Ruqing was going to do and nodded quickly: "You go busy with yours, I'll take care of Zhi'er here." Yang Huaming also waved his hand and said, "You guys go about your business. I'll have a chat with Tang Ya Zi about the mountains." Chen Biao's father smiled and said to Yang Huaming, "Her fourth uncle, my house is in Qiaqiao Alley in this town. Come to my house for a drink another day when you have time!" Yang Huaming was surprised, thinking to himself that he didn't know Chen Biao's father at all, so why was this person so enthusiastic towards him? A few years ago, when I was managing a restaurant in town, Chen Biao hadn't come to work there as a waiter yet, and we didn't know each other. Could it be that Qing'er deliberately arranged for him to return and manage the wine shop, so Chen Biao's father heard the rumors and showed his favoritism in advance? Thinking like this, Yang Huaming felt it was highly likely. His whole being felt energized, and his voice became noticeably louder as he spoke. "Okay, okay. I'll definitely go drinking with you when I have time. You and Qing'er chat first, see you later!" Yang Ruoqing and Chen Biao's father came to the road outside the clinic, found a sheltered corner, and stopped. Yang Ruqing said, "Uncle Chen, just get to the point." Chen's father nodded and said, "This afternoon my son came back and told me and his mother about Miss Ju. In front of you, I won't beat around the bush." “As for my circumstances, I believe Miss Dong’s family must have heard some from Zhou the chef.” he said. Yang Ruoqing nodded. Both Chen Biao's family and Zhou Da Chef's family lived on the same lane called Queqiao Lane. That alley was inhabited by neighbors who had lived together for decades. Although some people later became successful or moved away for other reasons, And the remaining houses, either sold or rented to newcomers. But more than half the people on this street are original residents, and many of them are even related by blood or marriage. It's just like Chen Biao's mother and Chef Zhou are brother and sister. Otherwise, Chef Zhou wouldn't have brought Chen Biao to the restaurant to work as a runner and help him make a living. "Well, I have a general idea about your situation," Yang Ruoqing said. "Uncle Chen, please continue." Then Chen Biao's father smiled and continued, "That's right, Chen Biao's mother and I raised him and his older brother." “His brother is a good-for-nothing, lazing around all day.” Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate! ? "Chen Biao is a sensible child. Although he may not be particularly talented, he is hardworking, diligent, and able to endure hardship." "Before, my wife and I never thought of letting Biao'er go out to find a husband. But over the past few years, whenever we went back to Chen Biao’s brother to talk about marriage, they didn't agree." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! "My elder brother hasn't married yet, and now my younger brother is sixteen and still can't be spoken of as a potential husband. My wife and I are so anxious!" After much deliberation, since your cousin's daughter from your fourth uncle's family wants to take Biao'er as her husband, and his mother and I think this is a good thing. “Let Bi'er go. Firstly, he can get married and start a family sooner. Secondly, his mother and I can use all our wealth to support his older brother so that he can also marry a wife.” "Biao'er went to your fourth uncle's house. At least with your fourth uncle as her father-in-law, she has someone helping out. I just saw your fourth uncle, he isn't very old and is strong and healthy. Biao'er herself is willing to work hard, so their life definitely won't be difficult." > "If we stayed home, me and his mother would only have this little bit of skill. His brother would also be a drag on him, and everyone's life would be hard. We'd all just end up being bachelors, it'd be better to...just like this!" Chen Biao's father spoke, to be honest, his words were a bit incoherent. And when speaking, her face flushed red. Although she said "this and that" as if it were the best and most appropriate ending. This is a simple request to translate the content within the provided HTML tags. Please note:* Only the text between the tags will be translated. * The HTML tags themselves will remain unchanged.Let me know if you'd like to proceed with the translation. But Yang Ruqing still felt the powerlessness and helplessness of being a father. If someone truly has the ability, who would be willing to let their son go out as a上门女婿 and have their grandchildren take their wife's surname? Having so many sons is all about making the family prosperous and thriving, just like what Old Yang always says: "Sons give birth to grandsons, branches grow and leaves spread. With a large family, it's not in vain to have lived this life." This Chen Biao's father is truly incompetent. His eldest son has always been a burden, and the two of them have to work hard to carry that burden. Chen Biao, with no extra strength to spare, was provided a house and wife by others. So, he could only let Chen Biao go out to recruit a bride... "Uncle Chen, so you're coming to find me tonight... are you...?" "Miss Dong's family, we have no objections to this marriage," Chen Biao's father said. Yang Ruoqing smiled: "You all haven't seen my cousin, nor have you ever met my fourth uncle. How can you be so at ease?" Chen Biao's father laughed and said, "I don't know what your fourth uncle is like, but Chef Zhou does." As for your cousin, I think since the East House's young lady is so excellent, your cousin can't be too far behind. And as for my Biao'er, I trust his judgment. If he thinks that girl is genuine and straightforward, then that's good enough for me. Upon hearing such high praise from Chen Biao's father, Yang Ruqing smiled. Please note: This response only translates the text within the <<<>>>tags. The HTML tags remain unchanged. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! "Okay, since you have no objections here, then I know what to do next!" After parting ways with Chen Biao's father, Yang Ruqing returned to the medical hall. Then, I told Yang Huaming the whole story, exactly as it happened. Yang Huaming's eyes nearly popped out of his head after hearing this. It took him quite a while to come back to his senses. “Well, uh…what can I say?” he said. This is a simple example. It's really a mix of surprise, joy, anger, and frustration! To my surprise, my own daughter is quite capable. Without making a sound, she found a healthy and hardworking young man to be her husband-in-law. For the four families, it's a good thing to prepare for their own retirement and end of life. What's infuriating is that I, the father, am still alive, and this little girl went behind my back and already settled on her own marriage! Where does this put him, as a father? "I won't agree to this marriage!" Yang Huaming deliberately put on a stern face and said. Yang Ruqing was stunned and couldn't help but glance at Yang Huaming, thinking she had misheard. "Fourth Uncle, this...this, where did you start from?" she asked. Yang Huaming frowned and said, "I just disagree, I won't agree!" Yang Ruqing said, "Really? You're not kidding?" Yang Huaming's eyes flickered, and he said: "Marriage is a major event, arranged by parents and matchmakers. Where did she go running around on her own? It's unruly! Too unruly!" Yang Ruqing looked at Yang Huaming and suddenly understood. Uncle Four isn't really against it, he just wants to have some face, haha. That's easy to handle. |