The young girl has it tough too. She's living in Lin the blacksmith's house before she's even married. Although the villagers don't say anything openly, they privately teach their children "not to be like Jiang Cuicui, who is unchaste."

She's cut off all ties with her family; it's quite pitiful.

"No need, Brother Lin has already prepared everything."

Jiang Mingzhu looked at the people who kept refusing, got up and went to get the things, "It's your business to buy them, this is your mother's heartfelt gift."

"That's right, try the meatballs I made and see how they taste."

Gu An'an thought that her children were good at flattery, and she couldn't hear the truth from them. She should let others experience it firsthand.

Not long after, Jiang Mingzhu returned and continued to tend the fire.

"She doesn't seem so bad anymore."

Did you dislike her before?

Jiang Mingzhu said matter-of-factly, "She used to bully us all the time."

A child without the love of parents is like a blade of grass, bullied by everyone.

Especially because she was good-looking, she became a thorn in the side of other children. "She used to throw mud at me, which was openly malicious, but my aunt's daughter, Jiang Qiaoqiao, was secretly malicious and always said bad things about me. I didn't like either of them."

Gu An'an hadn't seen Jiang Qiaoqiao much. She heard that Jiang's sister-in-law had sent her to her parents' home to learn needlework, and she only returned yesterday.

"But she's quite pitiful now. Do you think Lin San... Lin the blacksmith will treat her well?"

A hint of worry lingered on the girl's face; all the unpleasantness was in the past. Her mother had always said that the past was like fleeting clouds, best left unmentioned; what mattered was the future.

No matter how unlikable Jiang Cuicui was, she was still a girl who had lost the support of her parents and relatives, which made Jiang Mingzhu feel a bit of pity for her.

This is so much like her before.