After saying that, she lowered her head and drank again, thinking to herself: Yang Chunhua's family is really well-off, they can afford to entertain people with brown sugar water!
Yang Chunhua lowered her head in thought, "It does sound quite good."
“Your family and my man’s family are from the same clan. I introduced Honghui to the best girl in town. Honghui is so outstanding, ordinary girls are not good enough for him.”
Yang Chunhua was flattered and laughed heartily, "Alright, I'll talk to Honghui and arrange another time to meet the girl at her home."
After seeing off Matchmaker Yang, Yang Chunhua went to the backyard. "Honghui, take a break. Let your brother chop the rest."
Zhao Honghui, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, wielded an axe to chop firewood. The veins on his arms bulged, and his robust physique exuded masculinity.
He kept moving, "Almost done chopping."
Yang Chunhua bent down to neatly arrange the chopped firewood. "The matchmaker Li just introduced a girl from the commune. When are you free? Mom will take you to meet her."
My eldest son served in the army for many years. After being seriously injured two years ago, he was transferred to a transport team. However, he is not interested in finding a partner and is still single at the age of 25.
No rush.
Yang Chunhua jumped up in anger, "How can I not be worried! Your brother's child is old enough to run errands. I don't care, you have to come with me on this blind date, maybe you'll find someone you like!"
Zhao Honghui wiped the sweat from his brow and said helplessly, "Marriage is all about fate; you can't rush it."
He had seen all sorts of military families in the army, and he knew that if he chose the wrong person, he would regret it. He was not willing to settle.
Yang Chunhua seemed to realize something and stared at him suspiciously, "Do you have someone else on the side?"
"No."
"Really not?"
"Really not." Zhao Honghui said frankly, letting his mother scrutinize him.
Actually, when he was in the army, many of the relatives of his superiors and colleagues introduced him to potential partners, but he declined them all.
He didn't have the patience to coax and pamper those well-off girls in the city who were spoiled and pampered.
"Then how long are you going to drag this out! Tell me what kind of girl you like, so I can get a matchmaker to introduce you to someone!" Yang Chunhua pressed on earnestly.
Over the years, she had been sending letters to Zhao Honghui asking about his ideal type, but she couldn't get any accurate information, which was driving her crazy.
"I don't have any particular thoughts; we'll find out when we encounter it."
"Then take a good look and pick the most suitable one. By the way, you should stay away from the educated youth. They are all proud and ambitious, and they all look forward to returning to the city!" If the woman manages to return to the city one day, it is very likely that he will end up with a broken family.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Honghui said, "Isn't this normal? Their home is in the city."
“What do you mean normal! You haven’t seen those who can’t endure hardship and marry villagers. After marriage, they are taken care of and get easy jobs as teachers or in the commune, but they still act like they’ve suffered a great injustice.”
Yang Chunhua repeatedly told her son not to hire female educated youth, but he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
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