However, Li Cuilan always came with a smile and treated him well.
You can't hit someone who's smiling, especially one from the same village.
Dazhu put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked to the courtyard gate, and opened it.
Li Cuilan had a pretty oval face. Although she wasn't as delicate as Da Niu, she was still considered one of the most beautiful women in the village.
She also knew how to imitate Da Niu, first greeting Wan Shu and the others one by one, and then shyly slipping a sachet into Da Zhu's hand.
“Brother Dazhu, this is a new mandarin duck pattern I learned in the county town. It helped our family a lot when your family was harvesting crayfish, so the first thing I thought of after I finished making it was to give you a sachet.”
A sachet is something worn close to the body, and the fact that she specially embroidered a sachet on it reveals Li Cuilan's ulterior motives.
Unfortunately, Dazhu is a completely straight man, and not only did he not see Li Cuilan's obvious hints, he was also somewhat disgusted.
“I’m just a farmer. I have to work every day and wash so much wastewater. What’s the point of wearing a sachet? I don’t like it either. You should take it back and sell it.”
As he spoke, he stuffed it back into Li Cuilan's hands.
Li Cuilan was disappointed by the setback, but not surprised.
She knew Liang Dazhu was a tough nut to crack, but with so much money and such a big house his family had built, she was determined not to give up.
What's more, there's also today...
Li Cuilan glanced at the hot pot in the center of the courtyard and the plates of meat, secretly swallowed, and put on an innocent and bewildered look.
"Brother Dazhu, what are you guys eating? It smells so good, it's making my stomach rumble!"
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