Mei Ying: "Xiao Cui, our Zhu Zi is a bit old, but you're not a stepmother now that you're married into the family. If you have children together later..."
Yang Cui: "I'm sorry, no matter what the man's conditions are, I won't consider him. I don't want to get married now. I'll wait until my second and third daughters get married."
"Xiao Cui..."
"Auntie, thank you both for your kindness, but my mind is made up and I will not change it."
Aunt Guo: "Then think it over again, and I'll come over another day."
Mei Ying: "Yes, think it over, and tell your aunt when you've made up your mind."
As soon as they stepped out of Yang Cui's house, Aunt Guo's expression changed.
When they got home, Guo Dazhuang went up to her and asked, "Mom, how are you?"
"You're so arrogant! You still won't agree. Don't you even know your own worth? You're so picky! A discarded woman, does she really think she's a treasure?" Aunt Guo continued, "Meiying has arranged a marriage for Zhuzi. Zhuzi has never been married before. I think she'll most likely choose Zhuzi. You should stop dreaming."
Guo Dazhuang looked disappointed when he heard that Yang Cui did not agree.
Mei Ying returned home with a big smile on her face.
Zhu Zi quickly asked, "Mother, how is it?"
“She’s quite popular, and the Guo family likes her too. But my son has never been married and has no children. It’s better than her becoming a stepmother in the Guo family. I think she’ll probably agree.”
Wang Yuzhu was overjoyed and chuckled foolishly.
*
Besides the Guo and Mei families, Yang Cui encountered several other matchmakers who all advised her to remarry, saying that finding a man would ensure her future, and that a woman couldn't live without a man...
Yang Cui was speechless. It seemed that in such matters, whether in ancient or modern times, it was often others who were more anxious than the parties involved.
The underwear is ready; each of the three of them has three pairs of panties, three bras, and two new towels.
"Mother, is this really for us?" The two children looked at the brand-new items and asked with hopeful yet cautious eyes.
"These are for you, but you have to keep it a secret!"
"Yes, yes, we definitely won't tell anyone." The two children nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
After the initial excitement, Er Ya looked worried again: "Mom, what will we do if this continues? I won't eat breakfast anymore, you and San Ya can eat it."
Sanya: "Then...then I won't eat it anymore."
Yang Cui felt heartbroken listening to this. Children this age would still be the apple of their parents' eyes in modern times, but now they have to worry about their daily meals.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the money!"
In fact, Yang Cui hadn't really decided what to do. Selling tofu or braised food like in novels? Sorry, that existed a long time ago. Opening a restaurant was even more unrealistic.
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