Aunt Chen's eyes reddened, she nodded, and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Lin Atai's embroidery is famous throughout Fushi.

In the past, when people in the village got married, they would offer high prices to have their embroidered. She wouldn't necessarily do that.

Fatty and Lin Ziyan exchanged a glance and got up at the same time to look at the bed sheet.

The fine needlework makes the embroidered areas appear as if they were originally embedded in the fabric.

The red and gold threads are intertwined closely, and the embroidered mandarin ducks are lifelike.

"It's so beautiful, how could I bear to cover it up..." the chubby girl exclaimed, stroking the mandarin ducks on it.

Grandma smiled, her face full of wrinkles, and said gently, "It was made to be used as a cover. I embroidered mandarin ducks on it, hoping that you will live a harmonious, peaceful, and prosperous life in the future."

The chubby girl's eyes reddened slightly. "Thank you, Grandma."

In Haibi Village, it is customary for an elderly person to accompany a daughter to the ancestral hall for worship after her marriage.

Aunt Chen had already told Grandma Lin that Fatty should come along when she got married.

That's why I came to the Lin family to organize the offerings and make sure nothing was missing.

The group went to the ancestral hall to pay their respects, where Uncle Chen and Cao De were already waiting.

“Ayan, that’s my…husband…Cao De.” The chubby girl wasn’t used to this form of address and paused for a moment.

After introducing the two of them, she walked over to Grandma's side.

Cao De's gaze remained fixed on the chubby girl, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Aunt Chen nodded in satisfaction and busied herself lighting incense, a smile never fading from her lips.

Although he was a son-in-law who moved into his wife's family home, he was quite capable. He even gave a bride price and contributed half of the money to build the house.

They were also promised that the child they had would definitely bear the surname Chen.

Uncle Chen stood to the side, chatting quietly with Cao De, a deep smile in his eyes.

After paying her respects, Lin Ziyan went directly from the ancestral hall to the new shrimp farm.

Xu Ling was already waiting for her there.

Lin Ziyan's help wasn't needed to cultivate new shrimp larvae, but Xu Ling wasn't confident about cultivating others.

"Sister Ling,"

Lin Ziyan greeted her and went inside to see the shrimp seedlings she had brought over today.

It must be said that Xu Ling is the most talented nurturer she has ever seen.

The same shrimp species, but the shrimp larvae cultivated by others are not as vigorous as those cultivated by her.

"Ayan, why are you going to cultivate this kind of dried shrimp?"

"Big head, little meat, nobody buys them even when they're sent to the market now," Xu Ling said, picking up a shrimp with a puzzled expression.

She dared not catch it with her bare hands; the shrimp's claws were like a crab's, very sharp, and could easily pierce the flesh if she wasn't careful.

"You'll find out later..." Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.

Of course, people will buy crayfish, but you need to know how to cook them and use special sauces.

However, not everyone likes it. Some people, like Xu Ling, dislike it because it has little meat and is troublesome to peel.

If you release shrimp fry at this time, you can harvest a batch before the following summer.

Lin Ziyan had little experience in raising crayfish; she used to raise mostly fish fry.

“Okay, tell me what to do, and I’ll help you.” Xu Ling put on gloves and followed Lin Ziyan.

The two of them spent the whole morning trying to prepare for raising crayfish.

…

On the other side, in the Chen family's courtyard.

Because they needed to prepare for the feast, Cao De rode his bicycle with Uncle Chen to buy meat after the worship ceremony.

Cao De is handling all the seafood and meat that we're preparing now.

He handled things very efficiently; you could tell he was someone who cooked often.

The chubby girl pulled up a wicker chair to help, but all she could do was pick vegetables and such.

"Do you know how to cook sweet and sour pork ribs?" she couldn't help but ask as she watched Cao De chop the ribs.

Her mother's pork ribs were only barely cooked; they weren't very tasty.

The chubby girl really wanted to marry a foodie, specifically someone who could cook.

Judging from Cao De's work ethic, he definitely knows how to cook; whether it tastes good or not is another matter.

"Yes, I used to work odd jobs and learned from the head chef at a state-run restaurant. I'm not bad at cooking." Cao De's neck turned red to his ears, but he didn't forget to work while talking, and his movements were quick and efficient.

The chubby girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Then you'll be in charge of the cooking later..."

She had barely finished speaking when her mother patted her on the shoulder.

“Ade, don’t listen to Pearl’s nonsense. How could we let you cook? You… Dad will cook when he gets back.” Aunt Chen hurriedly explained.

She realized that her daughter truly treated her son-in-law like family, bossing him around as if he were someone who had just arrived in the family.

None of the Cao family members arrived at this time, so it's assumed they weren't coming.

Aunt Chen muttered to herself, but she was satisfied with Cao De and didn't ask any more questions.

The matchmaker kept the situation at the Chen family's place a secret from the Cao family, fearing they might cause trouble.

They also told the matchmaker that Cao De had become a live-in son-in-law, and that the Cao family's land and houses had nothing to do with him.

"Mother, what's wrong with me cooking? We're all family, don't be so formal," Cao De said with a smile, not caring at all.

On the contrary, the more Pearl ordered him around, the happier he became.

Today he has finally moved out of his old home completely.

Aunt Chen, "..."

The chubby girl chimed in, "That's right, we'll be family from now on, so let's not stand on ceremony."

After that, Aunt Chen was sent to the inner room by Fatty, who didn't let her do anything.

As evening fell, a fragrant aroma wafted from the Chen family's house, causing villagers passing by to slow their pace.

Three tables were set up in the Chen family's courtyard, and all the dishes were laid out.

When Lin Ziyan and Atai entered the courtyard, Fatty was already setting out the chopsticks.

"Why so fast? We were thinking of lending a hand," Lin Ziyan asked suspiciously.

The aroma of the dish was unlike that of typical home-cooked food.

"Ade is the chef. I'm not just praising my own son-in-law, but the dishes he cooks look so delicious that they make my mouth water," Aunt Chen said with a smile as she brought out a bowl.

Jiaojiao and her second sister were pulled to sit down at the table by the chubby girl.

There was only one table with wine on it.

Aunt Chen also invited her family members over, making a table full of people.

“Aunt Chen, I’m also craving the food,” Lin Ziyan replied.

She could tell that Cao De had become much closer to the Chen family after cooking this banquet.

Even though he was a son-in-law who moved into the family home, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen didn't put on airs like elders; instead, they genuinely accepted him.

"Please sit down. My family should be arriving soon. We'll start the meal once everyone is here," Aunt Chen said, gesturing to them.

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Huang entered the yard with her two sons.

Aunt Chen's family followed her in.

The courtyard suddenly became lively.

"Ayan, there's a person sitting on the stone bench in front of your house. He says he's looking for you," Aunt Huang whispered.

Lin Ziyan was stunned for a few seconds, "Someone you don't know?"

"Like a college student," Aunt Huang said, shaking her head.

The Lin family's door was ajar, but usually no one would answer when someone called from the doorway, and no one dared to barge in.

Before the banquet started, Lin Ziyan got up and went home to check on things.

"Purple Smoke,"

She stopped in her tracks, saw the person sitting on the stone bench in front of her house, and muttered to herself, "How dare he come here?"

"Ziyan, I came to see how you're doing during your holiday." Hou Fangguan looked worried.

Lin Ziyan did not step forward, and said without any emotion in her eyes,

"We're not familiar with each other, please go back. It's easy for people to misunderstand if you sit at my door."