Jiang Min hasn't changed much, she still looks the same as she has been for a hundred years. If Wan Feng doesn't tease her, she always looks like she has no emotion.
"Sister Min, are your parents okay?"
Jiang Min, who was operating the sewing machine, smiled and nodded. She was rushing to make that batch of suits.
"How are your dad's wheelchairs selling these days?"
Jiang Min stopped the machine and took out thirty-three yuan from his pocket and handed it to Wan Feng: "This is what my father asked me to give you. I sold all the frames last time. Luckily you let me take two back on the 14th. It seems that another one came yesterday."
Wan Feng nodded. "In that case, bring the remaining three over tomorrow so your father will have a sufficient supply."
After Jiang Min said hello, it was Zhang Xian and Hao Qing's turn.
"Tell me what you saw and heard when you returned home this time."
"Hehe, very good." Zhang Xian threw out six words including punctuation marks.
"Is that all? Are you trying to fool the foreigners?" Wan Feng was angry.
"What else?"
Hao Qing couldn't stand it any longer and glared at Zhang Xian. "When we went back to our families on both sides and found out about our situation, they didn't scold us, so that's pretty good."
"What about you two?"
Hao Qing's face flushed, and he hesitated: "Let him speak."
Zhang Xian finally sorted out his thoughts: "I found a matchmaker, and both families agreed to our marriage. We changed the horoscopes and are waiting for the engagement in the winter."
That's okay.
"That's great. At least now people won't talk about you two being together."
Before Wan Feng finished his words, Luan Feng threw the clothes in her hand onto the kang.
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