"So thatās how it is! Itās true that women are more knowledgeable about these household matters." Ye Ziāan said with a somewhat embarrassed smile, "I really thought too simplistically about it before. You really are more suitable for this."
"Of course, have you ever heard of a man managing household affairs?" Yang Chuxia smiled as she closed the box. She suddenly remembered that Ye Ziāan had mentioned going to pay respects to his parents in the morning, but it might be too late for that now.
With a hint of apology, she asked, "Brother An, I got up late today. Would it be inappropriate to go bow to our parents now?"
"Call me husband!"
"Alright, alright, husband."
"Donāt forget next time."
Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes speechlessly, "I know, I know, Iām just not used to it yet, alright? So, is it too late for husband to bow to our parents now?"
Hearing Xiaxia call him husband, Ye Ziāan couldnāt help but grin from ear to ear, "I have an ancestral tablet for my parents at home, so itās not a big deal if weāre a little late. What matters is our sincerity."
Yang Chuxia thought for a moment but shook her head, "Thatās not good enough. Our parentsā graves arenāt that far away. Iāll go burn the incense first, and tomorrow weāll get up early and bow in front of our parentsā graves."
"Alright, that works too."
After deciding with Ye Ziāan, Yang Chuxia asked Xiuāer to prepare some offerings.
The next day, just past 5:00 a.m, Ye Ziāan and Yang Chuxia headed toward the south of Yangshu Village. That was where the entire villageās cemetery was located. When someone from the village passed away, they were buried there, with each familyās ancestral tombs gathered in one area. It somewhat resembled a modern, neatly arranged cemetery.
"Father, mother, Iāve brought my wife to see you." As Ye Ziāan burned joss paper, he spoke softly, "My rank has been restored now, so you two can rest in peace."
"And from now on, your son is not alone. I have my wife and family. My father-in-law and mother-in-law treat me very well, like I am their own son. My uncle in the Capital City also thinks about me. You can rest assured and have a good time over there."
After finishing his words, Ye Ziāan bowed three times to his parentsā graves. Then, Yang Chuxia came forward and knelt down, "Father, mother, I am Yang Chuxia, but husband calls me Xiaxia. From now on, Iāll take good care of my husband. Please rest in peace!"
After Yang Chuxia finished her bows, Luo Linhao and his sister, who came with them, also came forward to bow.
"Aunt and uncle, I am Linhao. You probably havenāt seen me before. Oh, and let me tell you, my eyes werenāt always like this. Donāt laugh at my appearance. When my eyes are better, Iāll come to see you again. I am very handsome, even more handsome than my cousin. You know my cousin, right? Your sonās wife is not as beautiful as mine, but sheās not bad either. Rest well over there, and donāt be stingy with money. If you run out, Iāll send more over."
Yang Chuxia was speechless; this kid really didnāt know when to be serious. But with his words, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat melancholy, lightened up a bit.
Three days later
On the day the bride returned to her parentsā house, Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan were waiting eagerly at home early in the morning. Even more exaggerated, Ms. Wang had prepared all sorts of things the children liked the night before. That morning, she stood by her front door, watching Ye Ziāanās house intently.
It was amusing because the two houses were actually quite close. With Ms. Wang staring like that, Yang Chuxia could see everything clearly from her small balcony. In that case, how could she bear to stay at home?