Yang Ruoqing giggled: "Dayan, your worry is unfounded! Who knows, maybe grandma likes this very thing about you!"

Yang Huamei was pampered as a precious little darling by Lao Yangtou and Tan since she was young.

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They've all been spoiled rotten, they can't do anything, and they are lazy good-for-nothings.

Such a woman, when she becomes someone's wife, would encounter a man with a quick temper.

I get beaten every other day.

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Who knows who will get beaten up if she marries Zhuanzi!

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As for Old Wang's family, who knows what they might be eyeing—perhaps it's the dowry Old Yang's family has posted.

And also the old Yang family men many.

Wang Shuanzi was weak, but his father-in-law's side was tough and could help protect him in the village.

It's a perfect match, each getting what they want! Looks like fate brought you together.

It's just——

"Mother, are you truly accepting the task my wet nurse assigned to you?"

Then Yang Ruqing asked Mrs. Sun again.

Yang Huamei was the apple of Tan's eye, and the clothes, shoes, bedding she brought with her as a bride must have been considerable.

If every one of these pieces of embroidery had to be done by Mrs. Sun.

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From that moment on, until Yang Huamei's wedding, Sun Shi had to fill every free moment she had!

"Mother, you wouldn't have taken everything on yourself, would you?"

Yang Ruqing then asked.

Sun shi was taken aback, the smile on her face a little awkward.

“I didn't take everything on myself, but I didn't refuse either...”

“Your sister-in-law’s wedding is a happy occasion. Your grandmother entrusting me with the embroidery work is a great honor.”

“I can't get out of it either…”

When Yang Ruqing heard this from Sun, she was also drunk.

If you don't clearly refuse someone like Tan, she'll take it as your consent.

Anything related to needlework, all of it would be sent here.

"Although her sister's wedding is a joyous occasion, the embroidery for her dowry must be handled according to our customs, which means she has to do it herself."

Yang Ruqing said with a hint of displeasure.

“If she doesn't know how to sew, then she has to learn.”

If you can't learn, then I'll have to take over.

“Why are you, the third sister-in-law, taking on everything?” Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Sun fell silent, sitting there with a slight flush on her face.

Yang Huazhong, standing beside her, said: "Your mother has always been soft-hearted and kind. As long as someone praises her embroidery work, she's happy to work herself to death. Isn't that right, Qinger's mother?"

Mrs. Sun smiled sheepishly and looked back at Yang Ruohua.

"Qing'er..."

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"Mother, if you want to do it, I won't stop you. But there's one condition: you have to be very free and have a lot of time."

Yang Ruqing continued.

“I'm still planning on going back to get some more fabric to make a few new quilts. It's just too cold at night.”

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"And as for our clothes and shoes, you'll have to take care of those too."

"When spring arrives and farm work gets busy, I won't have any free time," she said.

Hearing Yang Ruqing's analysis, Mrs. Sun's hot head finally cooled down.

“At that time, I went to that hut. Your mother personally brewed me a bowl of tea and gave me a big handful of peanuts.”

"This is the first time she's treated me like this after all these years I've been here."

"Tell me honestly, when you said Meili was getting married, your mother cried tears of joy. I shed a few myself."

“Later, she said that because of her age, she couldn't handle needles and thread anymore. Meryl doesn't know how either, so she begged me to help.”

“At that time, I was completely lost and didn't think too much about it. I just agreed...”

Sun reminisced.

Yang Ruqing sneered upon hearing this.

It seems that after the last time Aunt Wu visited.

This time, the Tan family assigned Sun to do the work, changing their methods.

It is no longer a harsh command.

...but instead became a pull-in.

The stick has been replaced with a sugar-coated bullet, but the purpose remains the same: to exploit Sun's labor.

There, Ms. Sun took out the peanuts from her pocket and gave them to Da An, Xiao An, and Yang Ruqing.

Yang Ruqing, however, had no appetite for the peanuts.

"Mother, we've suffered losses more than once. Why can't you be more cautious?"

Yang Ruqing had a sullen face.

Why can't we always be more firm with Tan and bravely say "no"?

Sun didn't speak anymore, like a child who had done something wrong, her head bowed.

Yang Ruqing stood up: "I'll go tell Nanny now. For the embroidery work, pick out two pieces to show and have Mother embroider them. As for the rest, let them figure it out themselves!"

Sun shi hurriedly grabbed Yang Ruqing: "Ruqing, you can't..."

"Why not? Mother, you don't even have that much free time!"

“I’ve already agreed. If you go back on your word, it won’t look good. Your mother will be angry!” Sun whispered nervously.

"What's wrong with that? Even if you pretend to be capable, it won't get anything done. My mother will still get angry!" Yang Ruoqing said.

The mother and daughter remained at a standstill.

When Yang Huazhong saw this, he hurried out to smooth things over.

"Why don't I go talk to your aunt and ask her to give some embroidery work to your fourth aunt. Just forget about it, Qing'er."

Besides, we're not like those wealthy landlords.

“Your dowry, no matter how much more it is, wouldn't be that much different. The embroidery work is probably just a few pieces.” Yang Huazhong added.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the couple and pursed her lips.

"Alright, since you all seem so eager to take on the work, I don't have much to say."

Yang Ruqing sat back in the heated tub and continued to roast her feet by the fire.

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Baozi's parents always stand in other people's shoes to think, to retreat, to give way.

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Is it interesting to live like this?

Speaking too much, she ended up making herself into a petty villain.

Okay, then I don't care, I'm not going back. You guys will just know how much of a mother Theresa and father figure you are!

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As the lights were lit, at Lao Luo's house.

Luo Da'e took the two sweet potatoes and a bowl of rice Luo Fengtang had brought back and cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge.

Both Luo Tiejiang and Luo Fengtang only ate half a bowl. The rest went into her stomach alone.

After dinner, Luo Tiejiang went back to the east room to rest.

Luò Fēng Táng was soaking her feet in the main hall.

Luo Dà'e finished washing the dishes and plates, then with a smile she leaned close to Luo Fēngtáng.

"Wow, you're quite clean, aren't you? Soaking your feet before bed is good for the body!"

Luò Dà'é praised him.

Luo Fengtang didn't say a word, lowered his head and prepared to wipe his feet.

Luo Dahu grabbed the handkerchief first and said, "Auntie, let me wipe for you!"

"Auntie, no need, I can do it myself!" Luo Fengtang said.

"Hey, what's this about? When you were little, you didn't even need to mention wiping your feet, just changing diapers! Your aunt probably did it for you countless times!"

Luo Fengtang's face flushed slightly.

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But he still bravely snatched the handkerchief from Luo Dade's hand.

He was twisting a rag to wipe his feet.

When I was little, I was little. Now that I'm grown up.

For some reason, these physical contacts, besides Qing'er, he was very resistant to other women.

Even one's own close relatives are the same.

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Looking at Luofeng Tang wiping his own feet, Luoda E curled her lips and sat down to the side.

"Good nephew, I heard from your uncle that all the money to buy land and renovate this house was earned by you?"

Luo Dahu and Luo Fengtang started chatting about their families.

Luo Fengtang hummed in response, then wiped his other foot.

“My nephew is really something else,” Luo Dahu said approvingly.