Fang Wanggui: “?”

Others couldn't stand it anymore, "Zhao Dashan, why are you scolding Xiao Fang? What does it have to do with him?"

"Yeah, it's just such a small matter, but you have to make such a fuss that the whole yard is in turmoil. I wonder if you two are just looking for trouble and are looking for a reason to quarrel?"

"Other people's relationships improve the more they argue, but you guys, the better your relationship gets, the more you argue. I've never seen anything like that."

Zhao Dashan's face flushed red, and he pulled his wife. "Come home with me. Fang Wanggui is fetching water. Do you want to watch him take a bath? I tell you, a female hooligan is still a hooligan. If someone reports you to the neighborhood committee office, I don't know where you'll be able to put your face."

Seeing his reaction of facing a great enemy, Du Chunhua couldn't help laughing, "If I was born a few years earlier, I could have given birth to Xiao Fang. Why are you still fussing about this?

The reason I'm keeping an eye on him is because I want to see what Xiao Fang eats and whether he exercises regularly. I want our son to learn from him and maybe he'll grow up to be tall too."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhao Dashan's momentum, which had just been lifted up, quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"I just want to see you get so impatient and silly. It's funny, isn't that okay?"

Du Chunhua raised his eyebrows and said fearlessly, "Let's go. Why don't you go back to the house? Will you call your dad out later and let him nag me again?"

He Ruixue immediately lost interest in eating the melon and felt like a passing dog that had been kicked.

The others reacted similarly to hers. They all turned away in disgust, but did not disperse. Instead, they started talking about other topics.

"Xiao Fang is a very talented man. He's handsome and has good character. Several girls from the neighboring courtyards have come to him to inquire about him. If word gets out about his job, I'm afraid matchmakers will be knocking on his door in the future."

"That's right. I saw him setting up a clothes drying rack a couple of days ago and asked him what was going on. He said there was nowhere to dry quilts and other things in the yard. Not only would the water puddle underneath make it dirty, but it would also make it easy for people to fall. So he set up a few clothes drying poles in a sunny spot. The bamboo poles were as thick as wrists and were sturdy and reliable."