In the 1970s, it didn't matter whether people had a marriage certificate or not. Common-law marriages were popular at the time, so there weren't many people like them who specifically came to get a marriage certificate.

After receiving her marriage certificate, Yu Yao saw a state-run photo studio not far away and thought that since she was already there, it would be a pity not to go in and take a picture.

Looking at the vintage-style photo studio in front of her, Yu Yao pulled Lu Ze inside. "Comrade, let's take some photos. How much does it cost per photo?"

"It costs 50 cents to take a picture, and 10 cents to develop each photo."

Yu Yao glanced at the sample photos under the glass counter of the photo studio. Among the black and white photos, one color photo stood out.

"Comrade, how much does it cost to develop color photos?"

"One color photo for one dollar."

Yu Yao hesitated, not expecting it to be so expensive.

In those days, a pound of good pork cost only seven or eight cents, and taking a color photograph was more expensive than buying a pound of pork.

Just as she was about to say no, and that she would just take black and white photos, she heard Lu Ze say, "Let's take color photos. It's a rare opportunity to have photos taken, so of course we should choose the ones we're satisfied with."

Yu Yao thought about it and agreed, "Then let's take one color group photo, and the rest in black and white."

One color photo is enough; in this day and age, black and white photos are more meaningful.

Yu Yao and Lu Ze sat in front of the red cloth, as instructed by the photo studio staff.

The photo studio attendant, while looking at the camera, said, "Ladies and gentlemen, move closer to the center. Ladies, move your heads a little to the left. Gentlemen, smile."

Lu Ze, dressed in military uniform, sat upright and straight. Upon hearing this, he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

The waiter wasn't very satisfied, but no matter how he adjusted it, Lu Ze's smile still looked a bit stiff and nervous.