"We have been sitting here for a while, it is time to go see my wife, let's go together."
The Song family came in front, followed by a group of people who went to see Zhao Zhaodi.
They were staring at the mother and daughter the whole way. They were so pleasing to the eyes. Their cheeks were round and their eyes were blinking. It was obvious at first glance that they had been well taken care of over the years.
Dashu loves his daughters and his wife, and you can tell at a glance whether a woman is living a good life or not, just like the mother and daughter of the Zhao family now.
When Boss Zhao was in his prime, Wang and Ruxin probably didn't have the elegance of Song.
Yes, Song was very indifferent. Her life was so easy that it seemed like there was nothing to make her worry. They had never seen that.
Who says that people who don't have sons are unlucky? Don't they have few sons? Aren't they working like a workhorse now?
Whether a woman is handsome or not depends entirely on her man.
Big tree, what a man!
When Song and Xiaoyu came, they knew they would be stared at, but after being stared at so many times, they are now unperturbed.
Tian didn't bring many servants with him, only a maid and a person to look after Lihua.
Inside the house, Zhao Zhaodi was sitting on her kang. The house was very clean.
She first saw the third aunt coming in, and her eyes widened. Where did this noble lady come from?
"Third Aunt..."
Song smiled slightly, "In the blink of an eye, Zhaodi will be married. Time flies."
The children have all grown up, and she has grown old.
Zhao Zhaodi pursed her lips. She was actually very satisfied with her appearance that day, especially the two big red flowers on her head, which she bought from a peddler who passed by the village.
Now seeing Song and Zhao Xiaoyu, she inexplicably wanted to pick off the two huge red flowers on her head. She felt it was shameful and vulgar.
Zhao Xiaoyu was also stunned for a moment. Zhaodi's outfit was indeed a bit eye-catching. Who helped her put the flowers? The fabric was rough and red and black. It was obviously a defective product with unqualified dyeing.
"Zhao Di is so innocent!"
"Yes, especially the two flowers on your hair. They make your face look a lot paler."
"Really?" Zhao Zhaodi touched her face. No matter whether it was true or not, she believed it anyway.
She also felt that she looked whiter today than in the previous few days, and her complexion was brighter. The peddler told her that red was the color that made whiter skin look more youthful, and she often saw Lihua and Xiaoyu wearing different shades of red, but she didn't like it.
"Well, Zhaodi looks like a lady today, let's take a look."
"I think it's good, too." Song said against her will. She couldn't bear to look at it, so she lowered her eyes.
Zhao Xiaoyu admired everyone's ability to tell lies in a serious manner. They called it "seeing"? What about them? Are they immortals descending from heaven?
Look, she is getting married tomorrow. No matter what, you can't say that her outfit is eye-catching. I think what's important is how she looks.
The last time I came to Zhaodi's house was when she got engaged. Three years have passed, and the house is still the same house, the people are still the same people, and the things are still the same things. Nothing has changed except that they are more dilapidated.
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