Cen Yue was not happy when he sent the thank-you letter.
He is really well-informed.
Gu Cheng always felt that there was something else behind his words, so he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
He raised his eyes, carefully looked at Cen Yue for a moment, and said, "No, send that home for Yiyi to eat."
Cen Yue nodded lightly, his expression calm.
Gu Chengze paused for a moment and said, "This was given to me by Yiyi. Old Cen, do you think this is considered a kind of brother-sister rapport?"
When he picked the watermelon, he was thinking about how his sister would love to eat it.
Gu Cheng secretly gave Huo Tianqi money.
She would help return it to the parent who bought the watermelon.
As Gu Chengze spoke, his gaze fell on Cen Yue with a probing look.
He soon had the answer.
When Cen Yue heard this, a dark look flashed in his eyes, which was accurately captured by Gu Chengze.
"Old Gu, look at the weather outside."
Cen Yue raised his eyelids and said calmly, "The watermelon yield is high this year."
Gu Chengze: “…”
You are so stubborn.
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Song Yiyi thought that once Song Minghui came, she would not be able to sleep in.
She was prepared to be woken up early in the morning.
In the end, no one paid any attention to her.
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun are busy every day.
I picked up the cotton and came back to sew the quilt.
One quilt can make eight quilts.
The two of them cleared out the main room, cleaned it, covered it with old sheets and mattresses, and started sewing on the spot.
Song Minghui squinted his eyes as he threaded the needle, which made Song Yiyi frown.
She felt familiar at first.
I suddenly remembered it when I was sleeping, like the old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Two or three days.
Song Yiyi looked at the product.
A bright red background, covered with gorgeous peony patterns and a festive satin quilt.
There are also auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and mandarin ducks playing in the water.
They were neatly stacked in rows on a stool in the corner of her room.
Song Yiyi's eyes were filled with tears. "Dad, Mom, isn't this too exaggerated?"
So many quilts would cost a lot of money.
Song Yiyi analyzed rationally.
She only sleeps in one bed and doesn't change the quilt that often.
Song Minghui gave her a lot of money in exchange.
Cai Mengjun smiled and said, "These are all different thicknesses. Your dad knows you're afraid of the cold in winter, so the thickest one weighs ten kilograms."
Ten pounds?
After sleeping for a night, Song Yiyi estimated that she would be flattened a lot.
The next day.
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun went out again early in the morning.
They came back before lunch.
One person was carrying a lot of things.
An enamel washbasin printed with Double Happiness, a red kettle, and a camphorwood box.
Red double happiness pillowcases, bed sheets and quilt covers.
Even the iron pots, steamers, and dishes in the kitchen.
Most are double.
Song Yiyi was stunned. "Are you two going to rob a shopping mall?"
The two were panting and sweating profusely.
Song Yiyi hurriedly poured two glasses of boiled water and handed them over.
Cai Mengjun and Song Minghui did it all in one go.
After drinking, Song Minghui took a break and said, "Don't talk nonsense. These are all your dowry."
I went to Cen Yuefen’s house that day and took a look around.
At that time, the couple paid special attention and remembered what was missing, and now they have bought them all.
Finish these.
The two began to secretly choose a date again.
The final date was set on August 8th.
"I checked with your mother, and it's the 19th day of the sixth lunar month, which is a Sunday, a good day for a wedding."
When Song Minghui said the last words, his voice was much softer.
After all, we can't talk about this these days.
The date is set.
Song Minghui notified Cen Yue immediately.
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