Yao Hui interjected at this moment: "We canât have less than five tables."
When her older sister got married, the two families held the wedding together. She remembered clearly that there were exactly five tables back then.
Lyu Juncheng took a deep breath, agreed with a cold face, and now he just wanted to settle the matter quickly.
Mrs. Yao knew she couldnât push too hard, either: "Letâs do it this way then. There are still a few days until the weekend, so we must prepare two new outfits for Yao Hui to wear at the banquet. She must look decent and not bring shame on you."
Thinking about how her younger daughterâs looks were far inferior to that of Yu Xinyan, if she didnât make some effort to spruce her up, who knows what kind of gossip she might cause. Even if she was still angry, she had to consider more for her daughter at this moment.
Anyway, now that the decision was made, Lyu Juncheng said dismissively, "Mom, just take care of it yourself."
The eldest daughter-in-law of the Yao Family spoke up timely: "We donât mind making new clothes, but where will the fabric tickets come from at home?"
Lyu Juncheng realized now that this mother and daughter-in-law were singing the same tune to get him to pay for it. He glanced at Yao Hui in the corner, pulled out three feet of fabric tickets from his pocket with a stern face, "This is all I have."
Seeing that Lyu Juncheng was silent after this, Mrs. Yao had no choice but to ask: "Time is really tight. During these few days, we also have to quickly prepare the dowry. When do you plan to send over the two hundred dollars for the bride price?"
Lyu Juncheng no longer wanted to stay there: "Two hundred isnât a small amount; I donât have that much money on hand. Iâll borrow it and send it over as soon as possible."
After speaking, he looked at Father Yao: "Dad, Iâll be leaving now."
Without waiting for the Yao family to agree, he turned around and left directly.
Feng Qiaoniang was hanging clothes in the courtyard, saw Lyu Juncheng leaving Yaoâs house, and mockingly muttered, "Just wait, theyâre all no good. Itâs no wonder they wonât have a good life."
Coincidentally, her words were overhead by Yao Hui, who was coming out to see someone off: "Mind your own business."
Feng Qiaoniang was about to retort when she heard her own man shouting at her, "Are the cornbread buns done?"
She spat towards Yao Hui: "Shameless thing."
After cursing, she turned and went back into her own kitchen.
Yao Hui was infuriated, opened her mouth to curse back, but was pulled by Father Yao who came out with her: "Enough, just say one less word, isnât this embarrassing enough?"
"Dad, didnât you see she was the one who started it?"
"Even if she started it, you wonât lose a piece of meat. What, havenât you had enough humiliation today, want to start another round?"
Ever since he found out it was his own wife gossiping behind their backs, spoiling the marriage prospect of Feng Qiaoniangâs nephew and indirectly causing trouble for their family, Father Yao had tolerated the Gao family in every way, knowing his family was at fault.
The two families used to have a good relationship, but since that incident, Feng Qiaoniang hated his old wife to the core and viewed the whole Yao Family negatively. Even her husband, Gao Dagang, no longer showed warmth to Father Yao and sometimes pretended not to see him.
Sighing again in his heart, he pushed Yao Hui back into the house.
Once inside, Yao Hui saw her brother and sister-in-law had already left and glanced sideways at her mom: "Mom, Juncheng agreed to your terms. When will you give me the household register?"
Mrs. Yao picked up the broom next to her and threw it at her: "How did I give birth to something like you, losing all face for the Yao Family."
Yao Hui dodged the broom and retorted: "Mom, if you had agreed earlier, things wouldnât have turned out this way."