"Why are you getting involved? Doesn't Xiao Jin love his wife?" Lu Yunshen retorted directly.

Lu Qiuying said coolly, "Who knows? The men in the Xiao family all have two wives."

Xiao Jin was innocently shot, right in the heart.

There's no way around it, that's the truth.

The eldest brother, the younger brother, and even Old Man Xiao all have two wives.

And they even get along harmoniously...

Pei Zhuling and Yang Yanzhou exchanged a glance and silently left; they couldn't understand what he meant by that...

…

The banquet began the next day.

Several temporary stoves were set up in the backyard of the Lin family, and everyone was busy slaughtering chickens and ducks early in the morning.

Looking out the window, Lin Ziyan saw neatly arranged plucked chickens on the table.

In the past, when she went to a friend's house for a banquet, she would usually prepare two days' worth of food the day before.

Especially for dishes that are more complicated to prepare, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time.

However, it's different in Haibi Village. They only prepare vegetables for the day, and they are basically all cooked to order.

It's still very hot here, so we can't leave leftovers out overnight; they'll get smelly.

Fortunately, the chef Lu Yunshen hired was from Fushi and was very familiar with the local customs.

Apart from the chef and his assistants, everyone in the village who came to help was assigned a task, and everyone was busy with their own work. Occasionally, the laughter of the aunties could be heard.

The adults were all busy, while the children had nothing to do but run around and play.

The village children gathered in the living room on the second floor of Lin Ziyan's house to watch TV.

Lin Ziyan went to look for a while, then shook her head and chuckled. She was so engrossed in watching the advertisements that no one saw her go in.

"Ayan."

Fangjie was dressed in sportswear, and there was no sign of her pregnancy at all.

He looks to be at most twenty-five years old, very young.

The chubby girl followed behind her, supporting her belly, her eyes smiling, and she walked briskly.

Lin Ziyan was terrified and rushed forward to help, but the chubby girl avoided her.

"Don't treat me like a pregnant woman, my belly just looks exaggerated," the chubby girl said with a smile, waving her hand.

Fangjie's lips twitched, she stroked her belly, let out a soft sigh, and said enviously.

"Fatty, you don't have any pregnancy spots on your face, and your skin is as red as an apple."

The chubby girl stepped into Ayan's room. "You don't have any either. Don't worry, I was chatting with the aunties in the village, and they said not everyone gets spots."

"Moreover, most of the spots will fade after childbirth."

Lin Ziyan nodded and quickly reassured her, "Sister Fang, don't think too much. The most important thing is that the baby is healthy."

"I read in a book that not everyone gets stretch marks; it depends on individual constitution."

The chubby girl sat on the sofa, clicking her tongue several times in envy.

"Ayan, your room is completely new. It looks amazing after the furniture was replaced."

"Does Lu Yun Shen really intend to stay here permanently after the banquet?"

Fangjie looked at her questioningly; she was curious too.

The Lu family is of high social standing, so don't they have any objections?

Lin Ziyan took her wedding dress out of the closet and hung it outside to iron it, casually saying,

He said I don't need to worry about his family back home, and he'll most likely be staying here permanently.

"Because of this, Atai and her sisters all moved to rooms on the first floor, and no matter how Yun Shen tried to persuade them, he couldn't change Atai's decision."

Fangjie nodded. The rooms on the first floor of the Lin family's house were the same as those on the second floor, and the furniture was generally no different from that on the second floor.

It's good that Grandma did this; it leaves the Lu family with no room for complaint.

She just went to check out the other side of the new house, where there were also rooms reserved for her two younger sisters and her great-grandmother. Lu Yunshen had thought of everything very carefully.

"What a beautiful wedding dress!" The chubby girl couldn't take her eyes off the wedding dress.

She had only ever seen such a beautiful wedding dress in movies.

Fangjie then noticed the wedding dress, got up and walked over quickly, unable to take her eyes off it.

Lin Ziyan opened the iron and slowly began ironing. "Grandma made it by hand, and she embroidered all the patterns on it."

The chubby girl gently stroked the embroidery; it was very smooth, like it had been printed on.

The double-button design and embroidered patterns extend all the way to the hem, with the bright red color complementing the gold thread, creating a luxurious and elegant look.

The matching skirt features the same pattern, creating a seamless connection between the two. The half-pleated design adds a touch of dynamism and ingenuity.

"It's so beautiful. Only traditional craftsmanship can make such a wedding dress. My mother used to have a similar one, but unfortunately..." Fang Jie's eyes welled up with tears, and she didn't continue.

Yes, her mother started sewing her wedding dress when she was born, but all of it was burned to ashes during that turbulent era.

After Lin Ziyan finished ironing her wedding dress, she took out two sets of children's embroidered vests with Chinese knot buttons.

She handed one set to each of them.

The chubby girl froze, the red fabric in her hand was the same as the one on the wedding dress.

Fangjie's hands trembled as she gently stroked the embroidery, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Grandma gave this to you children, saying it would bring you good fortune, health, and happiness." Lin Ziyan patted their hands, a smile appearing in her eyes.

Outside the window, magpies sang in the treetops, accompanied by the rustling of leaves.

The festivities in the village continued, with joy everywhere.

The sun sets, and the moon rises above the treetops.

As night turned into day, firecrackers went off early in the morning.

After returning from the ancestral hall, Atai knocked on Lin Ziyan's door, holding a wooden box in her hand.

Lin Ziyan opened the door in a daze and was stunned for several seconds when she saw that her grandmother's hair was already styled.

Aunt Chen stepped forward and said a lot of auspicious words before carrying the things at the door into the house.

"Ayan, go wash up quickly, I'll help you style your bridal hair." Grandma pulled her inside.

Lin Ziyan was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly went into the bathroom to wash up.

Aunt Huang and Aunt Chen helped arrange the candies, then stood aside and watched.

Lin Atai opened the wooden box and took out several porcelain bottles, which were antique in appearance.

The bottle is exquisitely carved, with several traditional Chinese characters.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang exchanged glances, but couldn't figure out what it was.

"These were all bought from Yangzhou by Ah Wen when he came back last time," Ah Tai murmured, her wrinkled hands gently stroking the characters on the ceramic.

"Lin?" Lin Ziyan sat in front of the dressing table after washing her face, her eyes full of surprise.

Is this the cosmetic mentioned in Dream of the Red Chamber?

Grandma smiled and said, "Yes, your grandfather brought me back a set when he went to Yangzhou before, and your uncle remembered it."

“Awen is kind, but he doesn’t seem to realize that with my face full of wrinkles, I don’t need any cosmetics at all.”

"Speaking of which, the Lin family used to make cosmetics, but they stopped doing so because of the war."

Aunt Huang's pupils constricted as she struggled to suppress the panic in her heart.

formula!

The paper they wanted was made with the Lin family's cosmetic formula!

Grandma recalled for a moment, but did not continue.

"There are several kinds of balms here. I personally think the scent of 'Quanwu' is the best. Take a look and see which one you like." The old lady started to style her hair, applying hair oil with practiced ease.

Lin Ziyan looked at the traditional Chinese characters on the small ceramic jar. She smelled the perfume balm and liked the Quanwu the most. It had a kind of scholar's ink fragrance that calmed her mind.

However, today is more suitable for the fragrance of snow, the cool fragrance of plum blossoms.

Although the text on these perfume balms is in traditional Chinese characters, it differs somewhat from the other packaging.