The 1960s: The Story of a Country Girl's Journey to the City

Seeing the timing of her daughter and son-in-law's arrival, she knew exactly what Bao Ya meant. Old Mrs. Su glared at her again.

For Bao Ya, it's unacceptable for her parents not to see her fiancé when he comes to visit. It's fine if one of the elders comes as a formality, but she can't be bothered with the others.

There weren't many dishes, but the portions were large. Bao Ya stir-fried all two jin of pork that Jiang Yuan brought, which made Grandma Su feel the pinch. What kind of conditions did she have to use two jin of meat to stir-fry? This girl really doesn't know how to manage money.

Bao Ya didn't care about any of that. There were more than a dozen people eating, and if they were stingy with the meat, no one would be satisfied. A big bowl of chili peppers stir-fried with two pounds of meat wasn't much. Besides, this was her first time eating pork since she transmigrated to this world, and she couldn't just have a little taste.

The group of people drinking used large bowls to serve the food, while the women and children used regular serving basins. That's right, with a large family, they usually only had two dishes at most, served in basins.

Everyone was very satisfied with the meal. There was chicken and meat, more than we had eaten during the Chinese New Year. And Bao Ya's cooking skills are really good.

Old Man Lin also secretly sized up Bao Ya. No wonder this girl had been making a fuss every day since she went back home. Her in-laws spoiled her so much, using up all that meat without a word from anyone at home. He knew his own family wouldn't be like that; his wife would turn the world upside down if she found out. There was also an old hen that they killed without hesitation, and there were still eggs inside.

Jiang Yuan was quite satisfied with the meal. It seemed that his new wife valued him very much, having specially prepared so many delicious dishes for him. The marriage was settled. He would tell his mother tonight so she wouldn't worry.

After everyone finished eating, they went home to rest. Jiang Yuan drank some wine and slept in Simao's house. Bao Ya went back to the old house next door with Grandma Su to rest.

Inside, Grandma Su and Bao Ya lay on the kang (a heated brick bed). Grandma Su looked at Bao Ya, whose eyes were open and rolling around, and felt a little uneasy. She knew what kind of trouble the child she had raised was about to get into.

"Bao Ya, what are you thinking about?"

Grandma Su couldn't help but ask. "You're such a grown woman now, stop doing such irresponsible things, or those old women will gossip behind your back."

"It's nothing. Jiang Yuan brought five catties of meat last time, but I didn't see any of it."

Bao Ya answered casually that she was indeed thinking about it. The old couple in the Lin family were really ruthless, not giving her any meat at all, and even if she went back for a meal, they would scold her for a long time. She felt that she hadn't done enough and needed to continue to work hard.

"Hey, what's there to think about? It's always been like this. You're meeting them for the first time."

She didn't know what Bao Ya was thinking. If Bao Ya was eyeing someone else, she might stop her, but if she was eyeing the Lin family, she could only support her child. Just thinking about it made her angry at her good-for-nothing daughter. Her three sons were doing quite well, and she wanted to help her sister, but she stopped her. If anyone was going to help, it should be Bao Ya. With Su Ruyi's brain, she would be tricked by the Lin family into giving her anything good.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and go to sleep, something else came to mind. Looking at Bao Ya, I asked:

"What do you think of Jiang Yuan? Are you satisfied?"

Look at the old lady's question, "Can I exchange it if I'm not satisfied?" What if she says she's not satisfied and gets beaten?

"fine."

"Which one is better?"

"Following him means you'll get meat to eat, and you won't have to work in the fields."

Grandma Su looked at her, waiting for her to continue. This girl wasn't the indecisive type, so she asked directly.

"and then?"

"And then what?"

"this one?"

"Um!"

Grandma Su felt dizzy and just wanted to eat meat instead of doing chores. It seems the two of them haven't spent enough time together. No rush, no rush, they'll develop feelings for each other after seeing each other more often.

She snorted, and just as she was about to lie down, she suddenly sat up and slapped Bao Ya. Bao Ya was startled; what was wrong with this old woman? Why was she suddenly hitting her?

"Ouch! Grandma, it hurts!"

"You brat, don't say that when others ask you, especially not to Jiang Yuan."

She was really afraid that this troublesome child would just blurt things out and make people think of her.

"I know, am I that stupid?"

"Just know that, and be careful what you say in the future, don't blurt out everything."

"oh!"

After saying that, Grandma Su turned over and fell asleep.

The old lady had quite a strong grip. Bao Ya rubbed the spot where she had been hit and closed her eyes, falling asleep.

When Bao Ya woke up in the afternoon, Jiang Yuan had already swept the yard clean and neatly stacked the chopped firewood next to the kitchen. The water tank was also full.

Well, in this day and age, a son-in-law is expected to do chores for his father-in-law's family when he visits. I was wise to bring him here; there was no need for him to eat at the Lin family's house.

Grandma Su took the watermelon out of the well, cut it in half, and said she would give half to Simao and the others before leaving.

Isn't this old lady being a bit too hasty? Give them a chance to develop their relationship now. Aren't most romance novels set in the past, where people marry first and then fall in love? What's the rush?

Bao Ya placed the small dining table in a shady spot, brought out the sliced ​​watermelon, and invited Jiang Yuan to eat.

Jiang Yuan didn't stand on ceremony. He washed his hands, grabbed a stool, and sat down at the table to start eating. Bao Ya ate a slice of watermelon in small bites, her eyes scanning Jiang Yuan from head to toe like a scanner.

Having just finished his work, Jiang Yuan was radiating heat, with beads of sweat still clinging to his arms. Those muscle lines... wow, they look so strong. Those cute puppies from later generations can't compare.

Jiang Yuan has now taken off his white shirt, leaving him wearing only a wide-strap tank top. His chest muscles are faintly visible, and further down... well, you can't see them anymore. Maybe he has abs.

Bao Ya ate watermelon half-heartedly, her eyes constantly darting towards Jiang Yuan.

Under Bao Ya's fiery gaze, large beads of sweat dripped down Jiang Yuan's forehead. His cheeks and earlobes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The fiery gaze of his future wife was something most people couldn't resist. Everyone said he was radiating a menacing aura from butchering pigs every day, and most people wouldn't dare meet his eyes. But even he had to admit defeat in front of his future wife.

After eating several slices of watermelon, Jiang Yuan finally calmed down and looked up at Bao Ya. Uh... he saw that Bao Ya had already bitten off half of the watermelon rind.

Jiang Yuan reached out and took a new piece, replacing the one in her hand that only had a thin outer layer left.

"If there's anything you'd like to know, feel free to ask me..."

What does that mean? Bao Ya was taken aback. She probably wanted to get to know each other better, right?

"Um, do you smoke?"

At this point, Bao Ya didn't stand on ceremony and started asking questions directly.

See, I understand her best. I knew she wanted to understand me. Jiang Yuan was secretly delighted. It seems that he and his future wife are truly in sync.

"Just a little smoke." Jiang Yuan tried his best to beautify himself, and from now on, he would try to reduce the number of times he smoked.

"Would you like to drink?"

"I drank, not much, about the same as today. I don't drink when I eat at home."

It's unrealistic to say I won't drink, since I did drink some at noon today.

"Are you going to hit someone?"

Um... how do I answer this question? If I say I won't fight, will my future wife think I'm a coward? After all, she's quite the fighter in this area. If I say I will fight, will I think I'm too violent? To fight or not to fight... oh well, I'll just play it safe and be a coward.

"No fighting!"