"Hahaha!!" At the end, the two of them couldn't continue making up stories and burst into laughter together.

Finally, the engagement party was scheduled for three days later. Two tables were set up at home, and several people of higher seniority were invited to serve as witnesses.

"I'll bring the new clothes over for you to try tomorrow. If they don't fit, I can alter them for you," said Aunt Xia.

Although grand weddings and complicated rituals are not encouraged nowadays, Xia's mother, who is a bit traditional, still prefers a Chinese-style wedding.

So she customized a dress for Song Jinxiu.

It looks a bit like a braid, combined with the beauty of a cheongsam.

Most importantly, the entire garment is hand-embroidered.

There is some embroidery with red thread as the base and some gold thread mixed in.

Its beauty cannot be ignored, yet it doesn’t stand out.

In the evening, Song Jinxiu brought a lot of vegetables and meat and took the village chief and his two companions to have a free meal.

She also wanted to see if the two old people would be hungry, after all, they were unemployed.

"The little girl is here." The old man opened the door and greeted Song Jinxiu happily when he saw it was her.

"Mr. Yang, I'm here to eat again." Song Jinxiu said, holding up the basket in her hand.

There are not only vegetables and meat, but also rice and oil.

Taking the opportunity to put things away, she ran into the kitchen and took a look, and found that there was indeed not much food left.

"Grandma Yang, has your ration been reduced? Why is there nothing to eat?" Song Jinxiu asked Grandma Yang in a low voice.

"Not less, the main reason is that the two of us can't eat much!" Grandma Yang said with a smile.

Song Jinxiu nodded, but she didn't believe it at all. She knew that Old Yang had a good appetite.

"Since you can't eat much, let me help you eat some. Hehehehehe!

You'll definitely feel better and have a better appetite if you look at me," Song Jinxiu said.

"You are the one who is thick-skinned." Grandma Yang said to her with a smile.

Song Jinxiu went out and saw that the village chief was having a good chat with Old Yang and the others.

I just called and went into the kitchen to help.

"Go talk to the old man! Why come in?" said Grandma Yang.

"I saw they were having a good chat, so I came in to keep you company," said Song Jinxiu.

She just helped wash the vegetables, and she had nothing to do when it came to cutting meat and cooking.

Song Jinxiu went out and replaced Mr. Yang as the head chef, with Grandma Yang helping out beside him.

Soon the fragrance wafted out.

"Uncle, I've brought you to a palace feast today. That's quite considerate of you, isn't it?" Song Jinxiu said proudly.

"It wasn't you who did it, so there's nothing to be proud of." The village chief glanced at Song Jinxiu and said.

“…” Well said. Don’t say it next time.

"Well, I can't do it. It takes years of hard work. It requires not only talent but also hard work.

As for me, not only do I have no talent, I've only learned a quarter of what it means to endure hardships and hardships. There's nothing I can do about it!" Song Jinxiu shrugged helplessly.

"Just say you're lazy, why are you making so many excuses?" said the village chief.

"Uncle, you will have no friends like this. Only I don't despise you. Oh, and your aunt doesn't despise you either." Song Jinxiu glanced at Aunt Cuihua and said.

The food was served quickly and everyone started chatting and laughing.

The village chief and Mr. Yang can talk about astronomy, geography, ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries.

Song Jinxiu could only eat heartily on the side, and applaud and cheer when she heard something exciting.

"Do you understand? Okay, okay." The village chief asked her.

"It sounds very impressive. Even if I don't understand it, it doesn't stop me from thinking that what you said is very good." Song Jinxiu nodded and said.

"Hahaha!" Old Yang laughed happily.

He used to be in a high position, surrounded by people with ulterior motives. It was rare to meet someone with a pure mind and no ulterior motives, so he admired them very much.

Several people happily completed the "Clean Plate" campaign together. Old Yang then took out the Kung Fu tea set and brewed the Pingshang fried tea that he had collected for decades for the village chief.

"This tea is hard to come by! It's of such a long age that every pot you drink is one less." The village chief said while sipping the tea.

"Hahaha, when drinking with a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough; when tea meets a soulmate, it is fragrant." The two of them sipped the tea slowly and stopped talking.

Song Jinxiu took the initiative to go in and take charge of washing the dishes.

Since I am the youngest, there is no one around to order me around, so I have to do everything myself.

By the time she finished cleaning the kitchen, they had almost finished drinking.

So they said goodbye and left.

After returning, Song Jinxiu came back again and brought twenty kilograms of rice to Mr. Yang.

"What are you doing?" Old Yang looked at Song Jinxiu in surprise.

"I saw that you and Grandma Yang only had some coarse grains left, so I sent you some rice.

"It's not easy to buy rice in Beijing. Look how good I am! I got so much for you." Song Jinxiu said, taking credit for it.

"No, kid." Old Yang didn't know what to say.

Is he short of food? Of course he is, and the food he shows off is just to fool outsiders.

"Okay, okay, put it in the kitchen." Old Yang said to Song Jinxiu.

"Okay." Song Jinxiu helped Mr. Yang put the rice into the kitchen and prepared to go back.

"Are you going back like this?" asked Mr. Yang.

"What else?" Song Jinxiu asked doubtfully. "Oh, those rice are my filial piety to you and Grandma Yang, no money is required.

You see, I often come here to eat for free without knowing what to bring. It's rare that I meet you guys who are almost nothing, so I finally have the opportunity to repay you!"

Song Jinxiu said embarrassedly, then waved her hand and left.

Old Yang looked at her receding figure. Such pure enthusiasm is rare nowadays.

The next day, Aunt Xia came to see Song Jinxiu with a gift box.

Inside is the dress for this time.

"Come and try it to see if it fits you. If you like it, I'll ask her to make your wedding dress." Aunt Xia said.

Song Jinxiu touched the clothes in her hands and felt that the fabric was very comfortable.

Moreover, this piece of clothing can be used as casual wear. After all, it is a casual style, but it is more refined than casual wear.

The color is bright but not vulgar, which makes Song Jinxiu, who has never liked red clothes, look at it with a smile.

"It's really beautiful!" Song Jinxiu praised.

"Go and try changing it. You originally had a set of headgear, but it's not suitable to wear now, so forget it." Aunt Xia said regretfully.

Song Jinxiu quickly said, "Then I'll go in and try it on to see if it fits. It looks so good, I'm sure it will look even better on me."

"Okay." Song Jinxiu went in and changed into the exquisite dress.

This is purely handmade. If you keep it well, it will definitely be valuable in the future.

"Yes, it fits very well. I will then give you a nice gold necklace." Aunt Xia's eyes lit up when she saw Song Jinxiu coming out.

"No need, I'll just wear this pendant." Song Jinxiu was still wearing the pendant given to her by the village chief.

She felt very comfortable wearing it and kept wearing it.

"What pendant?" Aunt Xia asked.