Yang Chuxia thought about it and nodded, "Sure, I have no objections if you want to join. Just ask mom and dad, if they donāt object either, itās settled."
"Oh, if Sister doesnāt oppose, itās settled. Mom and Dad would love it." Yang Qingrui cheered. "Sister, you didnāt see the relieved look on momās face every day as she watched Ziāan and me learn to read. It could drown someone."
"Mom is just happy for you. Qingbao from the first branch of the family is also planning to join a school, and Qingwen from the second branch has been attending one all along. Before we separated households, our step-grandmother never planned on letting you and Qingtong attend. Mom probably knew and felt sorry for you two all this time. Now that she sees you and Brother An learning to read, she canāt help but be happy."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingrui clenched his small fists, "Hmph, in the future, Iāll also become a Cultivated Talent to make our mom happy. Just look at Yang Qingwen, with a Cultivated Talent for a father, heās as arrogant as a rooster."
"Itās good to have ambition. You should study hard with Brother An, and once weāve sold the crabs, Iāll take you to sign up for the school."
"Mmhm," Yang Qingrui nodded vigorously.
As they spoke, the brine was ready. Yang Chuxia began scooping it into pottery jars. When both jars were filled enough to cover the crabs, she put in the leftover dried tangerine peels and other items before sealing the jars with alcohol and finally covering them with lids.
After finishing, she placed the crabs directly in a wooden barrel to later transfer them to a pit at their home. Ye Ziāanās family would need to add even more later.
"Is it done?" When Yang Chuxia opened the door, a handsome figure slowly turned around.
"Yep, done."
The sun reddened the other partyās cheeks, and as they looked at Yang Chuxia, their eyes held laughter, completely different from their cold demeanor toward Yang Lichun earlier. Caught off guard by his youthful smile, she was lost for a moment before Ye Ziāan bashfully lowered his head, and she regained her senses, cursing herself for being so infatuated. However, recalling Ms. Hua Juniorās words at lunch, saying that she had her eyes on Ye Ziāan, it was quite funny. She had the soul of a twenty or thirty-year-old, so fancying Brother An was akin to an old cow eating tender grass, wasnāt it?
But upon further thought, she would eventually have to marry in this new life. Otherwise, she wouldnāt be able to get past her parents, Yang Dachuan and Ms.Wang. Ancient times werenāt as open-minded as modern times, where one could choose to remain single.
Actually, if she really had to marry, Ye Ziāan would be a good choice. At least they had neither elderly nor children, so their life after marriage would be quite free and easy.
However, her current body was still young, and Brother An wasnāt very old either. She could continue to observe and just let things take their natural course.
"Letās go inside; itās too sunny out here."
"Sure."
"Iāve noticed that youāre very clean." Walking into Brother Anās house, Yang Chuxia took another look around. There was a bedroom inside, and the room outside seemed to function as a living room.
Inside was a table and two stools, a cabinet connected to a bookshelf that had a few books on it, as well as some scroll papers with ink traces.
The simple furnishings suggested frugality, but everything was very clean and tidy. Yang Chuxia had noticed this when she first came to make drunken crabs. The boyās home, be it the kitchen or main room, was spotless and a far cry from the messy picture sheād imagined.
"Iām by myself, so there isnāt much stuff. It just looks a bit empty, so it seems clean."