"Fang Yu's clothes must be newly made. The stitches are so dense. You can tell it's my aunt's workmanship." Just sitting there waiting for someone to come must be very nervous. Yun Qiao picked a topic and started chatting with Zhu Cuilan.
Zhu Cuilan was very confident in her craftsmanship. Pointing at the material on Zhao Fangyu's body, she said, "The cloth used to make this dress is very valuable. I bought it long ago and put it in the closet. Fangyu is not good at wearing clothes. He used to work with mud and red bricks, so he couldn't afford to wear such fine clothes. If it weren't for him seeing my brother today, this dress wouldn't see the light of day for a while."
"New clothes are always nice to look at. Look how energetic Fang Yu looks in them. He really looks like you and uncle. He is so handsome. He will definitely find a wife today." Yun Qiao praised with a smile.
Zhu Cuilan smiled. Others had already praised him, so she didn't feel comfortable praising him again. She said modestly, "If he likes her, it's because he's sensible. My son is the biggest headache for me. He's always like a taciturn person. You don't know what he's thinking."
On the table were peanuts boiled in salt water and fragrant roasted walnuts. Yun Qiao picked up one and put it in her mouth to taste it, her teeth crunching the walnut. "This is better. She has her own ideas and won't let her wife control her. A man should be able to be the master of the house."
The young men Zhao Fangyu interacted with the most on a daily basis were Zhao Fangchu and Yang Donghu. He had never been praised in person by a young man before, so he was not only nervous but also a little embarrassed.
He quietly straightened his collar and cuffs while no one was paying attention. When he woke up in the morning, Zhao Fangyu went to Zhao Fangchu's room to borrow a mirror. He looked at himself several times like a grown-up girl, and asked Fangchu if there was anything strange.
It was the first time that Zhao Fangchu fell in love with someone and wanted to leave a good impression on others when taking care of him. He was asked questions over and over again early in the morning. Normally, he would have been impatient, but today he was in a good mood and helped Zhao Fangyu dress up.
Zhao Fangchu handed the small bronze mirror he always carried with him to Zhao Fangyu, asking him to take it out and look in the mirror whenever he felt uneasy.
Zhao Fangyu thought of the bronze mirror in his arms for some reason. He secretly took it out and placed it under the table. He actually looked at himself twice, but he felt that his behavior was too much like a little girl. He felt embarrassed. If the man he knew knew about it, he would laugh at him. So he quickly stuffed the bronze mirror back.
He did this secretly and felt guilty, so he wanted to see if anyone noticed him. He turned around and made eye contact with Zhao He.
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Zhao Fangyu blushed at Zhao He's scrutinizing gaze. He touched his nose and pretended nothing had happened. In fact, he was so embarrassed that he clenched his toes, but when he remembered that they were new shoes, he quickly let go.
Zhu Cuilan and Yun Qiao were talking. Zhao He, being a man, could not interrupt, so he subconsciously looked at Zhao Fangyu. The position where he was sitting just allowed him to see all of Zhao Fangyu's little movements.
Seeing his uneasy look, Zhao He was about to say that men should be more serious and not be shy, as it would be bad for others to see him. Before he could say anything, he saw his son, who was so old, pull out a small bronze mirror for boys and girls from his pocket. In an instant, he forgot everything he was about to say.
Zhao Fangyu lowered his head as low as he could. He had never felt that time passed so slowly. If Yang Anjin's family didn't come soon, he would not be able to stay there any longer.
I don’t know if what Zhao Fangyu said was useful, but after a while, the waiter brought three people to push open the door of their box. It was Yang’s parents and their son.
Zhao Fangyu spotted Yang Anjin following behind Zhang Lanzhen at a glance. Today, Yang Anjin was wearing a lotus-white double-breasted short jacket with simple patterns embroidered on the cuffs.
The embroidery wasn't as elaborate as the ones sold in town; it looked as if he had done it himself. The color of the dress complemented his skin tone perfectly, making him look picturesquely handsome.
Zhu Cuilan greeted Zhang Lanzhen warmly. The two families had heard of each other before, and they chatted lively. Seeing Zhao Fangyu still standing there in a daze, she poked her silly son with her finger.
Zhao Fangyu turned his gaze away from Yang Anjin, realizing that staring at his brother was too rude, and quickly said, "Uncle, Auntie."
Zhu Cuilan reminded him quickly, and in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Fangyu was just stunned for a moment. Zhang Lanzhen and Yang Chaoren didn't notice anything wrong and returned the greeting with a smile.
Yang Chaoren had only worked in the town for two days when Zhang Lanzhen called him back. His family did not accept the practice of men being arbitrary and dictatorial. Zhang Lanzhen said that since it had been finalized, then let it be. Men are not as delicate as women. After hearing Zhang Lanzhen say that the man's family was well-off and he was a kind person, she thought it was enough and did not ask any other questions.
Several people sat down to the table. Zhang Lanzhen was surprised by the generosity of the Zhao family. She saw her son often going around the town and knew that the meals at Meishanlou were not cheap. Even though her son was a scholar and could earn money, he only lived better than the average farmer and could not afford a meal that cost several hundred coins.
No matter what the conversation will be like later, at least for now, Zhang Lanzhen can feel that her family is valued, and her impression of the Zhao family has also improved.
Yang Chaoren and Zhao He hit it off right away, chatting incessantly about everything under the sun, and occasionally asking Zhao Fangyu for his opinion.
Zhao Fangyu spoke briefly but very clearly and coherently. One or two of his words even touched Yang Chaoren's heart. The old father, who was drunk, kept praising Zhao Fangyu and even clinked glasses with him alone.
The women had no say in the conversation at the table and just sat aside, chatting about their own things.
Yang Anjin came in and called someone. He was familiar with Zhu Cuilan, so he was not so reserved and could occasionally interject a word or two.
Zhu Cuilan stood up and poured Zhang Lanzhen a cup of hot tea. Their attitudes became more familiar as they exchanged cups. "An Jin is such a good kid. He came to talk to us a while ago and relieved us of a lot of boredom. It's been a long time now, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't talk to him for a day."
"This child just loves to talk nonsense. He's always out of character and loves to make noises. If anything he says is wrong, please bear with me."
Zhu Cuilan smiled and waved her hands: "No, this child has good sense. You can tell at a glance that you are a good teacher. If my brother could be half as good as An Jin, I would have less worries."
Yun Qiao said at the right moment, "All right, both of our children are outstanding. I don't think there's a better match than them."
Zhang Lanzhen had not forgotten the purpose of having this meal today. She had secretly looked at him countless times. Zhao Fangyu had a good appearance and spoke in a steady manner, unlike some young man who spoke without restraint. The more Zhang Lanzhen looked at him, the more satisfied she felt. The issue of age had long been thrown out of her mind.
Zhao Fangyu also came up later, busy serving wine and water, and he also learned to speak sweetly, calling uncle and aunt affectionately.
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