Good? Good is the easiest to change.

What is the hardest thing to change? Beautiful looks and figure, and a good family background.

Sun Minghui cannot change this.

Ning Tang asked, "Have you been to his house? No? I didn't just hear him talk about it, but I actually saw it."

Zhao Qing shook his head hesitantly.

Ning Tang smiled, "Then I'll make a bet with you. After the Chinese New Year, your mother and I will accompany you to visit Sun's family. After the visit, if you still think this family is good and want to marry Sun Minghui, then I promise you that I will go to your parents' place to persuade them."

Zhao Qing knew that Mrs. Luo listened to Ning Tang very much, and Political Commissar Zhao and Shen Lie also got along well with each other.

His eyes lit up immediately, "Are you serious?"

"Really." A smile flashed in Ning Tang's eyes.

Don't regret it, little girl.

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, Zhao Qing urged Mrs. Luo and Ningtang to go to Sun's house.

She had probably been arguing with Political Commissar Zhao for the entire year, and wanted to find two helpers as soon as possible to persuade her father.

On the morning of February 14th, Zhao Qing, Luo Saozi and Ningtang took a boat to Hailang Island.

On the boat, Zhao Qing kept reminding them, "When you get to Minghui's house, don't say anything nonsense, don't complain about this or that. Minghui's family conditions are not good, but don't discriminate against them and don't make them feel uncomfortable."

Ning Tang smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, right?"

Mrs. Luo opened her mouth several times but still said nothing.

After getting off the boat, Luo's wife asked, "Where is Sun Minghui?"

Zhao Qing pursed her lips, "He...he has something to do."

So there is no one here? Come and pick me up.

Zhao Qing quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go to the department store. We can't go to someone's house empty-handed when we visit them."

Ning Tang curled her lips, "Qingqing has grown up and knows etiquette now."

Mrs. Luo retorted, "I've never heard of a woman bringing a gift when she visits a man's home to get acquainted with him."

Zhao Qing stamped her feet and stretched out her voice, "Mom——" She pouted, "You just can't bear to part with the money. I have a job now, I have money, at worst I can go out."

While Zhao Qing wasn't paying attention, Luo's wife pulled Ning Tang aside to talk, "I do care about that little money, but her salary is not enough to spend, and she still needs me and Lao Zhao to subsidize her. We have never said a word about it. I'm afraid that she will buy this and that and spoil the family's habits."

Ning Tang patted Luo's hand soothingly, "Just let her be. She is now turning her elbow outward, and she won't listen to anything you say."

Only when you hit your head against the wall will you know what it means to have a bloody head.

So they went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a lot of things. Zhao Qing said as she picked, "This piece of cloth is for Minghui's third sister, and this box of vanishing cream is for Minghui's fourth sister." She took two bottles of maltose, "These two bottles of maltose are for Auntie to replenish her body." She also took a bottle of wine, "I heard that Uncle likes to drink. This? Buy it for him, it's perfect."

Mrs. Luo just watched her choose, expressionless, "You are so thoughtful, why don't you buy all the bones that the Sun family's guard dog eats?"

Zhao Qing's eyes lit up, "Should we buy two pieces of meat and bring them over? It will be a good addition to our lunch."

Mrs. Luo was so angry that she held her forehead. It seemed that she didn't listen to anything.

Ning Tang pulled Zhao Qing and asked her to walk to the meat stall. "You can buy it, but it's getting late now. Don't be late. You can buy it next time."

Zhao Qing thought about it and felt that what Ning Tang said made sense. It was her first visit and if she was late, it would leave a very bad impression on Sun Minghui's parents. So she gave up on going to the meat stall.

Zhao Qing bought too many things to carry them all by herself, so Mrs. Luo and Ning Tang had to help her share.

After walking for about an hour, we still hadn't reached Sun's house.

Mrs. Luo asked, "Where is his home?"

Zhao Qing took out a small piece of paper with the address written on it from her pocket, looked at it, and pursed her lips, "We still have to walk a little longer."

Mrs. Luo went over to take a look and was so angry that she almost turned back the way she came.

It is said to be in the old city of Jiang City, but in fact it is much more remote than the old city. It is in a village on the outskirts of Jiang City, but it is backed by the old city. How can you say you live in the old city?

Mrs. Luo's opinion of Sun Minghui dropped to a lower level.

Ning Tang also gave Sun Minghui a stamp of dishonesty.

In fact, it doesn’t matter where you live. What’s important is that Sun Minghui, out of vanity for the sake of this idea, insisted on saying that something that didn’t exist existed.

He could even lie about his address. It's hard to imagine how many of the words he told Zhao Qing were true and how many were false.

I walked for more than an hour before I saw the gate of Sun's house.

Zhao Qing had the most things in his hands, and sweat broke out on his forehead as he walked.

Sun Minghui was standing on the path at the entrance of the village. When he saw Zhao Qing, he smiled and walked over to her. "Qingqing, you're finally here. I was thinking about going to the dock to find you." He glanced at the things Zhao Qing was carrying and took them from her. "Why did you buy so many things? Is it heavy to carry?"

Zhao Qing smiled sweetly, "No need to wait, we'll be there quickly."

Ning Tang complained in his heart, it was really fast, it took more than two hours.

Zhao Qing added, "It's not expensive. I bought them for your parents and your sister. It's a token of my appreciation."

Sun Minghui smiled even more brilliantly than she did, "Too expensive."

The two of them smiled at each other, full of love.

Mrs. Luo couldn't bear it anymore and coughed loudly.

Sun Minghui seemed to have just reacted and nodded humbly to Mrs. Luo, "This must be my aunt, hello."

Mrs. Luo hummed in a low voice.

Sun Minghui looked at Ning Tang and asked hesitantly, "Who is this?"

He had never heard that Zhao Qing had a sister.

Zhao Qing said casually, "Oh, this is my mother's friend, the lover of Captain Shen of the South China Sea Fleet, Ning Tang. You can call her Sister Ning Tang, or Aunt Ning."

Ning Tang is young and looks young too.

Zhao Qing called her Aunt Ning because she usually called Shen Lie Uncle Shen, following Shen Lie's generation.

But in fact, Ning Tang is only a few years older than Zhao Qing.

The leader's lover?

Sun Minghui's eyes gleamed with brilliance, and he said sweetly, "This sister is so young, how can you call her Aunt Ning? You must call her Sister Ningtang."

"Haha." Ning Tang laughed and didn't respond.

Sun Minghui was a little puzzled. With this face and this mouth, he was always successful in front of women. Why did he fail in front of Mrs. Luo and Ning Tang today?

This was the first time Ning Tang saw Sun Minghui in person.

Sun Minghui is not tall, just as Mrs. Luo said, he is only about 1.65 meters tall at most, with fair skin, regular facial features, and a handsome look.

Sun Minghui invited, "Let's not talk at the door anymore. Come in and sit down. Come in and sit down. Let's have lunch first and then talk slowly later."

He took Zhao Qing, Mrs. Luo, and Ning Tang and walked for ten minutes before arriving home.

Mrs. Luo frowned and looked around, "Is this your home?"

The two rooms in front of him were not the two tiled houses that Zhao Qing had mentioned. They were simply built with wood and thatch.

Moreover, the outside was gray and looked shabby, and it was a bit drafty.

Zhao Qing was also surprised and asked hesitantly, "Minghui...you live here?"

She was used to the beautiful and exquisite two-story building of the Hailang Island Military Family Compound, so she was really scared when she suddenly saw these two thatched houses.

Sun Minghui lowered his head at the right time, and said in a low voice, "I know you think my family conditions are not good enough..."

Zhao Qing suddenly became anxious and held Sun Minghui's arm, "How could I complain that your family's conditions are not good enough? We will be a family from now on."

Mrs. Luo coughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense about something that has nothing to do with the facts."

Zhao Qing stamped her feet, "Mom!"

Ning Tang even suspected that the love potion that Sun Minghui gave Zhao Qing had gone into her brain. She had seen the thatched hut, so why hadn't she come to her senses yet?

She shook her head secretly and forced a smile, "Let's go in."

Sun Minghui said, "Come in quickly, my parents and my third and fourth sisters have been waiting for you for a long time." He smiled at Zhao Qing, "Or maybe my eldest sister and second sister happened to be busy today, so they must hurry back to see you."

Zhao Qing showed a hint of shyness on her face. "No, no need to trouble my elder and second sisters."

Ning Tang snorted in his heart, this is calling me?

After entering the house, Ning Tang's vision suddenly darkened.

The Sun family's house was dark. Sun Minghui groped on the wall for a long time before he found the switch and turned on the dim incandescent light in his house.

It's broad daylight.

"You are Ming Hui's girlfriend, and her family, right?" A woman walked into another thatched house, lifting the cotton curtain. "I am Ming Hui's third sister, and my name is Sun Xinan."

"Ah!" Mrs. Luo was startled and looked at Sun Xinan suspiciously.

The third sister of Sun Minghui in front of him is very petite.

To say that she is petite is actually a compliment. Mrs. Luo is very skeptical whether Sun Xinan's waist is as tall as hers.

Ning Tang's heart was beating like a drum and his eyelids were twitching non-stop.

Mrs. Luo may just think that Sun Xinan is abnormally short, but Ning Tang is from the modern era and has taken biological genetics classes.

This height, these small hands, these small feet, isn't this dwarfism?

Ning Tang tried to calm her heartbeat and forced a smile on her face, "Minghui's third sister, where are Minghui's parents?"

We have to meet Sun Minghui's parents to confirm whether it is real dwarfism.

"Oh, my mother and my fourth sister are cooking in the kitchen. My father is right there." Sun Xinan called out, "Dad."

The layout of Sun's thatched house is that there is a square table in the middle, and then there is a wooden bed against the wall, about an arm's length away from the table.

Sun Xinan shouted, and a very hoarse voice came from under the layers of bedding on the wooden bed, "Hey."

Ning Tang looked in the direction of the voice. The bedding at Sun's house hadn't been washed in who knows how long. It was black and hard, and there were several layers of bedding. Sun Minghui's father's face was completely covered by the bedding. No wonder they didn't notice him when they came in just now.

Every time Mrs. Luo looked at the Sun family and their relatives, her heart sank a little deeper into the ice cellar. She had a cold face and refused to speak.

Zhao Qing tried to warm up the atmosphere and pulled Mrs. Luo to talk to Sun Minghui and Sun Xinan, but Mrs. Luo did not respond and the conversation did not start.

She looked at Ning Tang for help, "Aunt Ning——"

Ning Tang said, "Minghui, I heard from Qingqing that you love her very much. If she marries into your family, she won't have to do any housework."

Speaking of this, Zhao Qing sweetly held Sun Minghui's arm and looked into Sun Minghui's big eyes, which were full of love.

Sun Minghui glanced at her lovingly and replied, "Of course, Qingqing told me that she never did housework when she was at home, so I definitely won't let her do housework when she comes to my house."

"Is that so?" Ning Tang smiled. "One more question, can you do housework? Also, who usually does housework in your family?"

"I don't know how to do it." Sun Minghui said without thinking, "My mother and my third and fourth sisters do the housework."

Ning Tang nodded, "To be honest, your mother will leave sooner or later, and your third and fourth sisters will also get married, and you don't know how to do housework. This housework--" She stretched out her voice and glanced at Zhao Qing, "will sooner or later fall on Qingqing, right?"

Mrs. Luo's eyes lit up and she said, "Then what do you mean by not having to do housework? Is it just empty talk?" She deliberately said, "Doing housework is hard work. You have to get up early and late to cook, sweep the floor, wipe the table, and wash clothes. What if Qingqing gets pregnant by chance? How can she do this while pregnant?..."

Ning Tang said, "If you don't feel sad, we do."

Zhao Qing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He looked at Sun Minghui and said, "Minghui——"

Sun Minghui's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer directly. Instead, he patted Zhao Qing's hand and soothed her, "Don't worry, my mother is in good health, and my third and fourth sisters won't get married so soon, so they can help."

Before Zhao Qing wanted to say something else, two women, one old and one young, came in to lift the cotton curtain and bring the dishes to the table.

After introducing themselves to each other, Sun Minghui's mother and his fourth sister Sun Ting were not talkative people, and the conversation fell silent after a few words.

Ning Tang looked at them a few more times. Both of them were of normal height. If Sun Xinan hadn't been standing there, she would have thought she was overthinking.

Sun Minghui was a little embarrassed and pointed at the dishes and said, "You must be hungry after all this journey. Come, let's eat quickly."

Sun Minghui's mother shouted to the bed, "Old man, it's time to eat."

Sun Minghui's father responded, lifted up the layers of bedding and jumped out of bed.

Ning Tang's eyelids twitched wildly when she saw Sun Minghui's father. The reason was simple: this was another dwarf.

Sun Minghui's father is very short, about the same height as Sun Xinan, with the same small hands and feet.

His father is darker, with rougher skin, and looks like an "old child".

No wonder Sun Minghui said his father could only do odd jobs. With such a defect, it is really difficult to find a normal job.

Moreover, Sun Minghui mentioned that his father had problems with his legs. Ning Tang took a look and saw that Sun Minghui's father walked with a limp, which did not seem like a normal problem.

Zhao Qing was startled. His eyes moved from Sun Xinan to Sun Minghui's father. He asked hesitantly, "Minghui?"

Before coming, Sun Minghui gave her a vaccination and told her that his father and third sister were not very tall.

But Zhao Qing never thought that he would be so short.

She was very tall, and when she stood next to Sun Minghui's father and his sister, she looked like she had accidentally entered a "Lilitude".

Mrs. Luo also felt that something was wrong. In a family, it is normal for there to be one person who is short. But among the five people in Sun's family, two are short. Moreover, they don't look like normal short people. How can anyone be so short that even their hands and feet are short?

Sun Minghui's heart skipped a beat when he heard Zhao Qing calling him. He forced a smile and pointed at the food, "Let's eat first and talk while we eat."

Maybe Sun Minghui had given advance notice, today's dishes were very rich, with chicken, fish, meat and vegetables.

Ning Tang observed secretly and found that Sun Minghui had been taking care of Zhao Qing during the meal. He would pick fish for her and carefully remove the fish bones. From time to time, he would ask Zhao Qing what she wanted to eat and then pick some for her. He would also make soup for her and carefully place the soup bowl in front of her. He took very good care of her.

No wonder Zhao Qing was so determined to hang on this crooked tree. This Sun Minghui was indeed extraordinary.

After dinner, Sun Minghui's mother, Sun Xinan and Sun Ting cleared the table, and the two families sat at the table facing each other.

Although Sun Minghui's father was very petite, his intelligence was normal and he spoke coherently. However, what he said was very unpleasant to hear. "Mother-in-law, why didn't father-in-law come?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo's brows furrowed, "Father Sun Minghui, the two children are still in the dating stage, please stop yelling."

Sun Minghui lowered his head at the right time, "Auntie, I know you don't like me."

Before Mrs. Luo could say anything, Zhao Qing got angry and said, "My mother doesn't dislike you." She winked at Mrs. Luo madly.

Mrs. Luo really wanted to strangle her to death, but she couldn't give her face outside, so she said in a muffled voice, "His father is in trouble."

Political Commissar Zhao has a meeting today, so why wouldn’t he come along as well?

Zhao Qing also chose this day on purpose, fearing that Political Commissar Zhao would come and mess up everything.

Sun Minghui's father nodded, "I heard that Qingqing's father is a political commissar. As an official, he should be busier than ordinary people like us."

Mrs. Luo didn't know how to respond to this. She was not good at speaking, so she poked Ning Tang with her elbow, signaling Ning Tang to say a few more words for her.

Ning Tang looked around and said with a smile, "If the Sun family really gets married to the Zhao family, how much do you plan to give Qingqing as a betrothal gift, and where will the wedding banquet be held?"

Sun Minghui was stunned, obviously he hadn't thought about this question before, "Dowry." His eyes rolled, "I'll give Qingqing whatever she wants."

These words almost made Ning Tang laugh out loud. It turned out that he had guessed that Zhao Qing was a silly girl who was unwilling to let him spend more money.

As expected, Zhao Qing said as soon as she heard this, "I don't want a betrothal gift. That's an old custom. It's not popular now." She looked at Sun Minghui shyly and lowered her head. "As long as the two of us live well, the rest is not important."

Seeing that the two were about to start being affectionate again, Ning Tang coughed, "You don't want it, but your parents do. Do you think your parents spent little money to raise you to this age?"

Mrs. Luo understood, "I don't want more either, three turns and one ring, plus forty-eight legs."

Sun Minghui's father's face suddenly darkened, "I can't afford it."

Ning Tang stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, Qingqing, shall we leave?"

Sun Minghui was anxious. He also realized that Ning Tang had a say in this matter. "Sister Ning Tang, don't be anxious." He gritted his teeth and said, "I can give it to you, and I can add more slowly in the future."

So it's just procrastination.

Ning Tang didn't want to waste any more time talking to this family, "What about the wedding banquet?"

Sun Minghui's mother said, "Wedding banquet? What kind of wedding banquet is that? Just cook a table of dishes for the family to eat and liven things up." She muttered, "When I married his father, there was no wedding banquet."

So if you don't have it, then why don't you let Zhao Qing have it?

Zhao Qing shuddered when she heard there was no wedding banquet.

How could a girl, especially a girl like Zhao Qing who has been pampered since childhood, have never fantasized about a lively and noisy wedding? When she heard that the Sun family would not hold a wedding banquet for her, she had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Ning Tang glanced at Zhao Qing and saw that she finally reacted, so he added more information, "If Qingqing is pregnant, will she go to the hospital in Jiang City for regular checkups, or will she go to the neighboring Long City to give birth? Which hospital will she go to?"

"Hospital?" Sun Minghui's mother was stunned. "Why go to the hospital? Hospitals are all a rip-off. I can just help her deliver the baby at home when the time comes."

Ning Tang said, "I'm afraid it's not possible for you to deliver the baby."

Sun Minghui's mother smiled at Luo's wife and said, "Dear... Qingqing's mother, don't worry. I gave birth to five children and raised them all. I can definitely ensure that the baby in Qingqing's belly will be born safely."

Mrs. Luo's face darkened and she didn't respond.

Mrs. Luo was once pregnant with Zhao Qing's brother, but he died before he was born because of improper care. She even went to the hospital and consulted a doctor.

Zhao Qing would occasionally hear Mrs. Luo mention this matter. When she heard Sun Minghui's mother say that she would not let her go to the hospital, her heart skipped a beat and she became inexplicably afraid.

Seeing the fear on Zhao Qing's face, Ning Tang gritted his teeth and used his trump card, "Sun Minghui's father, forgive me for being nosy, but you are a little short compared to ordinary people, right? Minghui's third sister is the same. Is your short stature hereditary? What if Qingqing also gives birth to one?" He didn't finish his words, leaving others with endless room for imagination.

She does not discriminate against people with dwarfism. Compared with normal people, people with dwarfism do have some defects, but they have hands and feet, so they are not much worse than normal people.

Just look at Sun Minghui's father and you will know that he did not delay anything in getting married and having children.

If it wasn't for Zhao Qing, she really didn't want to expose other people's scars.

Sure enough, after hearing Ning Tang's words, Sun Minghui's father's face suddenly turned dark.

When Zhao Qing saw that Sun Minghui's father looked unhappy, she immediately became anxious and winked at Ning Tang, "Aunt Ning! Stop talking!"

Ning Tang glared back, "You're the one who said less."

Mrs. Luo slapped Zhao Qing hard. Ning Tang was helping her, but she couldn't see it. This young lady was so stupid!

Mrs. Luo ignored Zhao Qing and let Ning Tang continue talking.

Ning Tang continued, "Have you been to the hospital for this? What did the doctor say?"

Being shorter than normal people is a lifelong scar for Sun Minghui's father. "What are you looking at? No, I don't need to look at it. I'm not sick!"

Mrs. Luo said, "If you are not sick, then why don't you go to the hospital and get a checkup so you don't have to worry."

Sun Ting is a very taciturn person. She didn't say a word during the meal. She said for the first time, "Our whole family is fine. We don't need any examination."

Sun Xinan's eyes flashed with ferocity, "If you think we are physically ill, then we won't get married. You can go!"

"Let's go." Mrs. Luo didn't want to stay any longer. She would feel uncomfortable if she stayed for one more second, so she pulled Zhao Qing and Ning Tang and went out.

Zhao Qing was dragged away. She and Sun Minghui looked at each other from a distance. She stretched out her hand to Sun Minghui and shouted, "Minghui!"

Sun Minghui glanced at his family and rushed out the door.

The three of them had already walked a distance when Sun Minghui hurried over and said, "Auntie, Sister Ningtang, let's discuss anything slowly."

He gritted his teeth and said, "I know you dislike my family for being short, but this is not their choice."

Ning Tang stopped and said, "Let me ask you one question: have you been to the hospital?"

Sun Minghui stammered, "I've seen it...once."

When Sun Xinan was six years old, he was about the same height as a three-year-old child. Sun Minghui's father and mother took Sun Xinan to a big hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that he seemed to have dwarfism or something.

Sun Minghui had asked this question before, but whenever he mentioned it, his father's face turned black and he wanted to beat him, so he didn't dare to ask again.

Sun Minghui patted his chest and assured Zhao Qing, "Qingqing, don't worry, my father and my third sister are just a little shorter than ordinary people. You see, there are five children in our family, and only my third sister is short. The probability is very low. When we have children in the future, it is impossible that all of them will be my third sister. It's not that coincidental."