“You look especially good in this outfit.” Lu Linchuan took out a large, plump watermelon, placed it on the cutting board, gripped the knife with his long, slender hand, and began to cut into the watermelon.

"That's good. You wouldn't believe it, when I heard my daughter-in-law was coming, I rushed to buy new clothes. I tried on more than a dozen outfits at the department store before finally choosing the best one," said Mrs. Lu, washing an apple and cutting it into small square pieces with a small fruit knife. "This outfit is the most festive!"

“Your dad did a pretty good job too. He usually stays at home and doesn’t like doing housework, but this time he cleaned the house inside and out spotlessly.” Mrs. Lu said with a smile, then frowned as if she had thought of something. “It’s just that this was all done in such a rush that we didn’t have time to prepare a gift for our daughter-in-law. All we can give her is a little bit of money.”

“Our family isn’t wealthy, and we can only afford 66,000 yuan for the bride price. We don’t know if our daughter-in-law will mind.”

After all, Su Wantang is a capitalist's daughter who has been pampered since childhood and comes from a very wealthy family.

“She won’t mind,” Lu Linchuan said. “She’s not that kind of person.”

"That's fine. As long as my daughter-in-law is easy to get along with, that's all that matters." Mrs. Lu breathed a sigh of relief.

The mother and son were cutting fruit in the kitchen. The mother peeled off the thin skin of the peach, revealing the juicy flesh inside. After cutting it, she placed the fruit in a transparent and delicate fruit plate and arranged it neatly.

In the blink of an eye, the cut fruit has been transformed into an art form, absolutely beautiful.

Mrs. Lu carried the fruit platter and walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

"Xiao Tang, try this fruit and see if it's good." Lu's mother said with a smile, placing the fruit in front of Su Wantang. She thoughtfully placed a Western-style metal fork next to the fruit plate.

"Thank you, Auntie," Su Wantang said with a gentle smile.

“Our Xiaotang is so beautiful. She really has changed a lot as she grows up.” Lu’s mother looked at Su Wantang with affection. “No wonder my son has been obsessed with you all these years. He can’t stand anyone else but you.”

Su Wantang's face flushed slightly.

“Lin Chuan came back rather hastily this time after submitting his marriage application, and the time was quite tight. My wife and I didn’t prepare anything in advance. Here’s a passbook for you. The password is Lin Chuan’s birthday.” Mr. Lu took out a passbook from his pocket and handed it to Su Wantang.

"Thank you, Uncle." Su Wantang opened the passbook and saw that there was 66,000 yuan in it.

In those days, rice cost 15 cents a pound, and pork cost 80 cents a pound. The average person's monthly salary was only 30 to 80 yuan, while urban employees and senior technicians might earn 100 to 200 yuan a month.

In those days, households with ten thousand yuan were extremely rare; there were only a handful in the entire country.

But her uncle and aunt gave her a dowry of 66,000 yuan.

This is already a very large number.

"Isn't this too much?" Su Wantang frowned and quickly pushed the passbook back.

“It’s not much at all,” Mr. Lu said with a loving smile. “We were worried that we hadn’t given you enough.”

“This is already a lot…” Su Wantang said.

"Don't be so formal with us, please accept it," said Mrs. Lu with a smile.

“This is your betrothal gift,” Lu’s mother said with a light laugh. “These days, the ‘three turns and one sound’ are all the rage. We’ve bought them all, and they’re all here.”

As she spoke, Lu's mother opened a red cloth not far from the living room.

Under the red cloth was an imported radio, a Butterfly brand sewing machine, and a delicate little box.