"Dachuan is half my son, so his banquet is definitely not a random one. When the time comes, you all come to the wedding banquet. There are so many people here, so I won't go door to door. Please help me tell the others, September 20th, don't forget."
In fact, there was no need for Zhu Cuilan to say anything. Everyone knew that Zhao Luochuan was a hunter and had no worries about meat. Just looking at the things his family bought, you could tell that the feast was not bad.
Mrs. Lin had just eaten dumplings yesterday and was showing off to a few aunts. When she heard this, her appetite was aroused again. After all, she didn't eat meat every day, and it was impossible not to be greedy if she had no oil in her stomach.
Yun Qiao Niang smiled kindly and said, "Okay, I'll go back and tell Yun Qiao's father to go around the village and tell him to come and tell you, and I'll make sure no one is left behind."
"Well, that's fine. When the time comes, you all come. Every family will be blessed with grandchildren. Bring all your children. It will be lively and lively with more people, and we can also share in the joy of having children."
After talking for a long while, the sun was getting scorching. Zhu Cuilan brought back the wedding quilt but didn't show it to Yang Donghu. She stayed for a while longer and talked to a few of them. Only when she saw the smoke rising from her yard did she push the cart back.
Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu had already prepared the meal and were waiting for them. There were only a few kinds of vegetables in the vegetable garden. The old lady hadn't been keen on eating these days, and sour food was good for appetite in hot weather. There was sauerkraut at home, so Yang Donghu went to buy a piece of tofu and stewed it with sauerkraut, adding some dried chilies. It was sour and spicy and very appetizing.
Aunt Zhao planted a row of sweet potatoes behind the house. The leaves lying on the ground were only as big as a palm, and they were fresh and tender. The sweet potato leaves were chopped and mixed with mixed flour or white flour to make steamed corn bread, which was quite filling as a staple food.
Tear off the outer layer of the sweet potato stalks and blanch them in water, add wild pepper and chili peppers, stir in hot oil, mix with salt and it will taste delicious.
When Yang Donghu came back from buying tofu, he saw Yinchun turning the leaves with a basket, so he asked her for a handful of leaves and stems to change the appetite of his family at noon.
When Zhu Cuilan got home, the vegetable steamed buns had just come out of the pot. She put the quilt in her own yard, otherwise Zhao Luochuan in that yard would have to move the bed to the cabinet, which would be troublesome to clean up. So she just had to lay the bed out the night before the wedding.
She walked into the kitchen and said to Yang Donghu who was cooking, "I've brought back the wedding quilt. Go and see if it suits your taste. I also have the wedding dress. It just needs a few stitches to be finished. I'll bring it out for you to try on later. It's a pity that I haven't brought back the headgear yet, otherwise I could braid your hair and let you try on the whole dress."
Yang Donghu was still shy when talking about this matter and just nodded.
Zhao Fangchu was even more excited than him: "I want to see it too, I want to see it too."
This was the first time that Zhu Cuilan was preparing for the wedding of her own child. She was not joking when she said last time that she wanted to be Yang Donghu's mother-in-law's family. Looking at the wedding dress and quilt in the house, she really felt like she was marrying her own son.
She thought she had no daughter, only a little boy named Zhao Fangchu, and that she would just have to cry in the future. Unexpectedly, she had a boy halfway through. Fortunately, Yang Donghu and Zhao Luochuan were just going through the motions. If Yang Donghu was suddenly asked to go to another family now, Zhu Cuilan would definitely be reluctant to let him go.
When Yang Donghu learned that he would be able to try on his wedding dress later, he didn't even feel the fragrance of the freshly cooked meal. He was embarrassed to urge Zhu Cuilan, so he just blinked at her with his big eyes. He hurriedly ate two bites before he remembered that he was sweating from cooking. He put down his chopsticks and said that he would go back to get rid of the smell of cooking smoke on his body.
That was her wedding dress, and Yang Donghu was afraid it would get dirty.
The old lady did not go back to sleep after dinner. Several people crowded in Zhu Cuilan's room to help Yang Donghu try on clothes.
Zhu Cuilan's embroidery work was not bad in the past. The mandarin ducks on it were even more exquisite than Yang Anjin's. The materials she saved at that time were all for Zhao Fangchu, so she picked out the best ones.
After Yang Donghu put it on, it was exactly as Zhu Cuilan had imagined. The cuffs and collar fit him well. Although their family had good food, Yang Donghu was just like Zhao Fangchu, and he didn't gain weight even if he ate a lot. Zhu Cuilan had measured his size several times, and the difference was not big.
Wedding dresses are the most flattering. Even people with dark skin can look more colorful when wearing a bright red wedding dress, not to mention that Yang Donghu is already fair.
The sleeves of the wedding dress were decorated with large floral patterns. Yang Donghu stretched out her arms so as not to block the cloud pattern on the front collar.
"Turn around so I can see what's behind you."
Zhu Cuilan waved her hand to the left and told Yang Donghu to turn his back.
There was a pomegranate flower in the middle of the shoulder blade on the back, and two goldfish were facing each other around the flower. Zhu Cuilan nodded with satisfaction. As expected, the more embroidery, the better it looked. It was worth all her efforts.
Zhao Fangchu loves beauty and was extremely envious of the outfit. He touched it with his hands and wished he could wear it himself: "Mom, will I wear something like this in the future?"
"Of course, but you're still a nobody. I asked you to go see the carpenter's son, but you always made excuses and refused to go. It's hard to say when you'll be able to wear it."
The carpenter's son found opportunities to come to their house several times. As soon as Zhao Fangchu heard the news, he ran away faster than a rabbit. After a few times, Zhu Cuilan guessed that he probably didn't like that woman. She didn't want to delay him, so she went to explain it to the carpenter.
The carpenter was also straightforward. He believed that as long as the two families could not become in-laws, they would still be employers. He then turned around and looked for other people for his son.
"Hey, stop nagging me, let's talk about clothes." Zhao Fangchu was feeling guilty about sharing the same sentiment with others, and he couldn't bear to listen to his mother nagging about this, so he retorted louder than usual.
Zhu Cuilan snorted. "Who wants to talk about you? Dong Hu, what do you think? Does it look good? Is there anything uncomfortable about wearing it?"
Yang Donghu blushed and shook his head gently, rubbing his hands over his body: "It's really beautiful."
In the past, the old lady thought that even if Yang Donghu escaped Wang Dujuan's plan to use him as collateral for money, when he found a husband, others would not treat him well because he had a foolish mother.
At least he would definitely not be able to get such a gorgeous wedding dress, because if the husband's family did not send the material for the wedding dress, then the wife's family would have to prepare it themselves. Wang Dujuan would think that a piece of rag was too much for Yang Donghu, let alone a wedding dress.
The old lady thought that Yang Donghu would never be able to wear a wedding dress in this life. He was taken away by the Zhao family as payment for his debts. She was lucky not to hear the news that the Zhao family treated Yang Donghu harshly. She never thought that there would be a time to remarry.
Thinking of the past, the old lady couldn't help but tear up: "It's great, I didn't expect that I would still be alive to see Dong Hu wearing wedding clothes, I really am..."
Seeing that his grandmother was inconsolable, Yang Donghu quickly sat down beside the bed and comforted her: "Grandma, don't be sad, it's all over."
"That's right, it's all in the past. Oh, old lady, this is a good thing. Let's not talk about the past, let's not talk about the past." Zhu Cuilan quickly changed the subject: "I still have a brother who is not married yet. Lend me your flower pattern one day so I can make a set for Fang Chu as well."
"Okay, I have it, you can take it."
Zhao Luochuan's dress was much simpler and was made first. He had already tried it on and it was now neatly folded and placed in a box.
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