Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes and deftly rinsed and steamed the rice.

She took back what she had just said. This old lady's mouth was just as sharp as Song Hengjue's. She couldn't be too indulgent, or she would go to heaven.

Blanch the pork ribs, then stir-fry them in hot oil until golden brown on both sides. Quickly add seasonings and a little hot water, and in no time, a plate of fragrant and delicious pan-fried pork ribs is ready.

I quickly stir-fried some bok choy, and a simple dinner was ready.

Yao Ying had just lost face in front of Yang Qingheng and was sulking in her room. However, the fragrance outside was getting stronger and stronger, and even though she closed the door, it still forcefully entered her nose. Her stomach was getting more and more uncomfortable, which made her even more upset.

Yang Qingheng brought the food to the table without calling anyone, and went to get her own food, deliberately eating slowly, her eyes occasionally glancing at the wooden door to Yao Ying's room.

Sure enough, a moment later, the room door opened from the inside with a "bang".

Yao Ying came out with a dark face: "Yang Qingheng, you started eating before the elders even sat down at the table. Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

Yang Qingheng slowly swallowed the rib in her mouth, stood up embarrassedly, and stared wide-eyed in surprise: "Oh dear, isn't this Aunt Yao? Didn't your daughter-in-law, surnamed Li, cook for you? Why are you so angry?"

"You!" Yao Ying thought Yang Qingheng would give her a way out and ask her to sit down and eat, but she didn't expect to be met with a soft knife, which made her lose face instead.

My vision went black, and I almost fainted.

With a stern face, he slammed the door shut again: "Yang Qingheng, you just wait, I'll make my son divorce you sooner or later."

Yang Qingheng's eye twitched, and a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes.

This little old lady has quite a temper.

She quickly finished her meal, kept the remaining food warm in a basin of water, washed up early, and returned to her room.

Sure enough, a rustling sound came from outside shortly after.

Yang Qingheng's ears twitched. After pausing for two seconds, she turned up the wick and continued cutting the fabric.

Thinking about today's batch of goods, she became anxious again. Xishan Town is not considered wealthy, and a bag costing six or seven yuan is considered a luxury item. She didn't know if she could sell them smoothly.

It was March 1978, and the reform and opening up would soon begin, an era where opportunities would abound. She admitted that she wasn't entirely without ambition.

If the handbag market in Xishan Town is booming, she wants to venture into a larger market, ideally accumulating a substantial amount of capital before the reform and opening up, so that she can respond to the policy and become one of the first businesspeople to go into business.

Zhou Shuwen had been waiting for several days when she finally received a call from Yao Ying. She immediately asked, "How did it go? What did that girl say?"

“She said she could meet your nephew,” Yao Ying laughed heartily, then added after a couple of seconds, “but the girl is shy and said she would only meet your nephew alone, just to make friends.”

Zhou Shuwen smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll listen to her. I'll have Bainian go and meet her then."

Hearing this, Tang Bainian, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned and said, "You've arranged another blind date for me?"

“You’ll definitely like this one today,” Zhou Shuwen assured, patting her chest. “If our Xiao Yang weren’t so young, would you even have a chance? You should be secretly happy. Besides, it’s not even certain whether the girl will even be interested in you.”

Tang Bainian raised an eyebrow. His aunt had incredibly high standards; she couldn't even look at many of the sons of high-ranking officials in Beijing. What magic did this girl possess that made her say such things?

However, he still shook his head without hesitation and refused: "Auntie, I already have a girl I like, please don't introduce me to anyone."

"You didn't have one last week, but now you have one just because I mentioned blind dates?" Zhou Shuwen didn't believe it at all. She glanced at him and said, "Then tell me what the name of the girl you like is. I'll go and see for myself tomorrow and see which fairy can make this old tree bloom."

Tang Bainian coughed lightly and said seriously, "It's something that's not even close to being settled yet, so how can we talk about it?"

Zhou Shuwen's face darkened: "I think you're just trying to fool me. Tang Bainian, I'm warning you, I've already arranged this blind date. The person is my savior. You have to go, or you can go back to Beijing and let your parents find someone for you themselves."

Thinking of his mother, who was adept at using every trick in the book to pressure him into marriage, Tang Bainian shuddered and couldn't bring himself to say "no."

Zhou Shuwen snorted coldly.

Little brat, we can't handle him.

Songjia Village.

As the person involved, Yang Qingheng had no idea that this blind date was about to begin. She held the embroidery needle between two fingers and moved with smooth and flowing movements. In just a few minutes, a beautiful lily of the valley appeared on the silk.

"Well, did you learn it?" She put down her needlework and looked at Aunt Sun, who was staring intently at the silk fabric.

Since the first batch of bags were sold, their stall has become famous in the area. The daily supply can't keep up with the demand, and the bags have even been sold for more than seven yuan each.

Liu Qing would urge her almost every day, wishing that the "old embroiderer" she spoke of would produce embroidery 24 hours a day.

No matter how fast Yang Qingheng worked, she couldn't keep up with the sales. She felt that this couldn't go on. After observing Sister Sun for a while, she thought she was a good person, so she simply brought her into the business.

Sister-in-law Sun then came to her senses, her face looking very unnatural. She tentatively asked, "How about... you teach me again? I didn't see the edge finishing clearly."

Yang Qingheng pinched the bridge of her nose: "Forget it, I can't learn it in a short time anyway, let's take a break first."

She paused, then pointed outside: "Who's having a wedding? It's so lively today."

The firecrackers kept going on and on, giving her a headache.

"Didn't your mother-in-law tell you?" When it came to gossip, Sister-in-law Sun's dejected and gloomy appearance changed, and she became radiant. "I heard that Li Jiaoyan met a benefactor and is going to be a policeman's wife. It was your mother-in-law who made the match. The village chief's wife is so happy now. She can't wait to buy some fireworks to set off, let alone firecrackers."

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow in surprise and pulled her outside, saying, "Come on, let's go take a look."

Just a few days ago she was determined to steal her man, and now she's going to be a policeman's wife?

She remembered that this hadn't happened in her previous life. Could it be that her rebirth had changed something?

Seeing the excitement, Sister-in-law Sun couldn't be happier and ran even faster than her, pulling her into the crowd.

"Yang Qingheng? What are you doing here!" A furious shout rang in my ears.