Song Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she wanted to open it to see how much money the old man who kept saying "I have no money" could give her.
Unexpectedly, Song Minghui quickly closed the camphorwood box.
He said seriously, "Yiyi, wait until you get married and see. This is your dowry."
Song Yiyi had to suppress her curiosity.
Aunt Wang's daughter is very skillful.
He quickly helped Song Yiyi to style her hair.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Song Yiyi let them dress her up and didn't mind the tacky plastic hairpins.
The wedding dress was also prepared by Cai Mengjun.
The classic bright red suit and skirt of this era.
Song Yiyi ate a peeled red egg while giving a thumbs-up to the mirror. "Sister, you have such a skillful hand. Working at the counter is a waste of your talent. You should open your own shop. I guarantee you'll make a lot of money."
Aunt Wang's daughter's face was full of smiles, "Mom, listen, Yiyi is praising me too!"
Aunt Wang peeled a large white rabbit and casually stuffed it into her daughter's mouth. "Don't listen to her. She can even make the pockmarked girl next door look like a fairy. Look at her face. Even with the chicken coop on her head, she looks good."
As they were talking, the sisters-in-law in the courtyard came one after another.
There is no school today, so a group of little kids are lying in and insist on following their mom here.
Everyone saw Song Yiyi with her makeup on and couldn't take their eyes off her.
Some were so bold as to shout, "What a beautiful bride!"
"Mom, I want to marry my sister when I grow up. She's pretty."
"I want one too!"
"You're a woman, why are you joining in the fun?"
"If you control me, I will marry my sister!"
The little guys almost started fighting.
Everyone burst into laughter.
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