Qu Xiaoli, after finishing her meal, gave Wang Menglin fifty yuan and a piece of small floral fabric that she had prepared earlier, in front of everyone at home.
"Child, here's a coupon for a radio we got for you. You said you don't want a watch, bicycle, or sewing machine, but after discussing with your uncle, we still think it's best to buy you a sewing machine."
Li Yungui and his wife had long planned that their four sons would have the same engagement arrangements. Once the eldest son's wedding was done, they would prepare for Chaoyang's. Then it would be Third's turn, and by the time they reached Old Fourth, they would be at ease.
"Thank you, Aunt."
"No need to thank me, we understand Manjiang's situation. He's hardly home throughout the year, and it's hard on you, but don't worry, we'll cherish you as our daughter.
