Ye Huixian rushed over and hugged Cuihua: "Cuihua, I missed you so much."
Chen'er smiled: "Auntie, you miss Auntie's rice cakes, don't you?"
Everyone laughed. There were three bicycles today: one was borrowed from Yan Xiaoqiang, one belonged to Chen'er, and one was the one Ye Huiguo had just bought yesterday. Ye Huiguo decided to have Sheng Lijuan take her mother and sister to take the bus back, while he, Chen'er, and Cuihua would ride bicycles back with their luggage.
Sheng Lijuan was a little embarrassed. How could she let Cuihua ride the bicycle? Cuihua smiled and said, "Lijuan, I'm strong, so it'll be easier for me to ride back. You know the roads well, so it'll be more convenient for you to take a car back. We should make good use of our strengths. That's what my daughter taught me."
Fu Qingping nodded repeatedly. This apprentice was becoming more and more thoughtful. Art is something that needs thought the most; otherwise, it is a stagnant pool with no value.
Those who ride bicycles are definitely faster than those who take cars. The three of them arrived at the first courtyard house first. Yan Xiaoqiang was cleaning the courtyard. When he chased Yan Erqiang in the morning, some dirt fell on the ground and he had to wash it clean.
Yan Erqiang's clothes are no longer useful and can only be thrown away in the garbage dump outside. He didn't have many good clothes to begin with, and now he's lost another one. That annoying bird.
After losing his clothes, Yan Erqiang returned to his room. He felt it was better not to come out. His mother was still alive and well, and he knew he wouldn't get the house. So he decided to stay and eat and drink for free for a while. When they kicked him out, he would ask them for money before leaving.
Grandma Yan wasn't in the mood for opera today. Cuihua's embroidery master was coming later, so she decided to organize the embroidery Cuihua had been practicing and have her master give her some pointers.
Cuihua, this daughter-in-law, has spent her whole life revolving around the kitchen, her husband and children, and herself. Since she finally likes something, she must support her as much as possible and hopefully help her hobby blossom into something beautiful.
After finishing her embroidery, she went to her room, took out a can of malted milk powder, ran to the kitchen, and scooped a large spoonful into each cup. She planned to mix it with hot water so that Chen'er's grandmother and aunt could drink it.
As soon as Cuihua returned, she saw Grandma Yan busy at work, and quickly helped her out of the kitchen: "Mom, the kitchen is stuffy, don't come in. Just sit on the recliner and listen to some music. Do you want some malted milk powder? I'll make it for you."
Grandma Yan was overjoyed and peeked behind Cuihua: "Cuihua, where are your master and the others? Did they not pick them up?"
"Grandma, they're coming by bus. Dad and I will move their luggage to my room first, and then we'll come over to help Auntie cook," Ye Chen'er said quickly.
Yan Xiaoqiang glanced at the bicycles parked all over the place and patted his chest, volunteering: "Leave this to your dad and me. You don't need to go, you're a girl."
Ye Chen'er nodded: "Thank you, Uncle. I'll go help in the kitchen now."
Yan Erqiang listened carefully from inside the door. That girl must be Yan Aidang's fiancée. Where are they going? Could it be the new house that's posted on the door? Maybe he should go and see for himself.
Thinking of this, he opened the door and came out. He immediately saw the fair-skinned and beautiful Ye Chen'er and the refined and elegant Ye Huiguo, as well as three bicycles loaded with luggage: "Qiangzi, let me help you ride one over."
Yan Xiaoqiang wanted to refuse, but couldn't find a reason for it. He could only look at Ye Huiguo, hoping that he would object. When Ye Huiguo saw Yan Xiaoqiang, he remembered what his daughter had said about the second wife. He disliked Yan Xiaoqiang, but his good upbringing made him keep his dislike to himself and politely refused.
But who is Yan Erqiang? He's a man with skin thicker than a city wall. The more polite you are to him, the more he'll take advantage of you. He kept saying it was no problem, no problem, and ran over to ride his bicycle.
Yan Xiaoqiang was a little annoyed, but didn't know what to do. Ye Huiguo smiled and said, "Qiangzi, I feel very tired. Why don't I rest for a while and wait for my mother and the others to arrive?"
Yan Xiaoqiang laughed. This Chen'er's father really is something else. "A barking dog doesn't bite. Spit, spit, spit. Watch your mouth." Yan Erqiang was embarrassed. He glanced at Ye Huiguo. This man is not easy to mess with. Oh well, I'd better go back to sleep.
Grandma Yan saw everything clearly from the side. Ye Chenming's father was the head of the Ye family. This uncle had made Erqiang lose face with just a few words. Wasn't Ye Chenming's father even more powerful? Would her precious daughter suffer if she married into the family? No, she absolutely disagreed, unless Ye Chenming became a live-in son-in-law.
Amidst their wild thoughts, Sheng Lijuan led Fu Qingping and Ye Huixian into the room. When Grandma Yan saw the guests arrive, she hurriedly got up to greet them. Ye Huixian ran over and said, "Hello, Grandma Yan! I've missed you so much! You look younger and younger!"
Fu Qingping also quickly stepped forward to greet Grandma Yan: "Hello, Sister Yan! It's only been a few months, and your hair has turned black. You're getting younger and younger. I envy your good fortune. Could you spare some for me?"
"Alright, let's share this happiness. I'll give you some. Here, have some malted milk powder and rest for a while. The train ride can be tiring." Grandma Yan loves having people her own age talking to her.
The two elderly people started chatting while drinking malted milk powder, then put the malted milk powder aside and began to look through Cuihua's embroidery. Fu Qingping nodded and praised as he looked at it, saying that it was better than Huixian's embroidery.
Grandma Yan was overjoyed, remembering what Nan Nan had told her: "Little sister Ye, my Nan Nan said she wanted to get some kind of custom-made clothes for Cuihua in the future, that's right, haute couture clothes, what do you think?"
Fu Qingping suddenly stood up, her voice trembling slightly: "Sister Yan, is it true that your Nannan said that?"
Grandma Yan was startled by her and patted her chest to make Fu Qingping sit down: "Sister Ye, don't scare me like that. What my Nannan said is true. This little girl has a golden tongue; she always comes true."
Ye Huixian listened with great excitement. His father had said two months earlier, "Huixian, don't worry, your clothing shop will definitely be able to shine again. However, the old name can't be used anymore, and a new name will have to be adopted."
"Aunt Yan, where is Nan Nan? I need to go find her."
"Auntie, have you forgotten that Nan Nan and I are both students at Beijing University?" Ye Chen'er asked.
Ye Huixian remembered that Chen'er had taken the day off to pick him up: "Chen'er, why don't you go to school after lunch? Don't waste time, we still have a lot to do."
Ye Chen'er was a little confused, but Fu Qingping knew that his daughter's desire to make haute couture had rekindled. It seemed that Nan Nan's words were indeed true; the old man had said that reform and opening up were just around the corner, and individuals could do business.
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