If not, Song Zhenping ruined his reputation in public and disrupted his wedding banquet, so naturally he would have to go to her door to demand an explanation.
If you have a home, you should be in charge of your own affairs; it's none of anyone else's business to interfere.
Upon seeing Xue Zhuang enter the room, Xu Yan'er's already swollen eyes filled with tears again.
Looking at the crying bride, the cold and deserted bridal chamber, the mother-in-law with a dark face, and the untouched bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Xue Zhuang suppressed his anger, endured the pain in his buttocks, and sat down at an angle, saying, "Yan'er, do you not like these dishes?"
Xu Yan'er's makeup was already ruined by crying. She blew her nose and sobbed, "This stuff tastes awful, I can't eat it."
She had tried it before; it was bitter and astringent, and she couldn't eat it at all.
Seeing that Xue Zhuang entered the room without even greeting her, Granny Cui was even more displeased and said coldly, "Young master, you've received quite a bit of money in gifts today, you should at least make it a proper affair."
Even without chicken or duck, you should at least prepare some meat dishes. Look, what kind of bride is served acorn flour the moment she walks into the house?
It's actually a bit shameful to eat acorn flour at a banquet.
But today's acorn flour doesn't taste bitter, and it's soaked in lots of oil, making it even tastier than meat.
The brothers all enjoyed the meal and even made it a point to eat this dish whenever they came to Brother Xue's house in the future.
If it weren't for drunken remarks causing trouble, it would have been a perfect party.
Old Lady Cui's words only sharpened Xue Zhuang's gaze: "You can collect a lot of money? Heh, how much do you think you can collect?"
He doesn't even want to call his mother-in-law anymore.
Granny Cui licked her lips: "I just counted, four tables of people. The Song family and your three brothers from the battalion each gave one tael, so they should receive at least five taels of silver in total."
"Give the gift money to Yan'er, and let's forget about the bad food today."
Xue Zhuang's expression grew increasingly grim, and he said in a deep voice, "What if I don't give the gift money to Yan'er?"
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