Upon hearing Wang Zhengguo and Miao Fengqin’s conversation, Wang Jiao bellowed, "I won’t marry, I don’t want to marry Zhang Yuejin!"
Zhang Yuejin, that painfully honest man who couldn’t muster a fart when kicked... He was totally not her cup of tea!
In her past life, she naively married him, bore his children, yet he couldn’t afford to lavish her with gold and silver. In this life, she would die before marrying him. What she wanted was to marry Lu Jiang, become the general’s wife, and indulge in a top-tier aristocratic lifestyle.
"How do you know Zhang Yuejin?" Wang Zhengguo stared at his daughter. He only mentioned a Zhang family – there were many people from the Wanglou Brigade surnamed Zhang.
Wang Jiao’s gaze flickered, before she asserted boldly, "I eavesdropped."
"If you’ve heard, then your father and I will be frank with you." Miao Fengqin also didn’t want her daughter to keep thinking about Lu Jiang. Regardless of the Lu Family’s status, just from the matter of Lu Jiang’s engagement to Feng Qingxue alone, she didn’t want her daughter to face such embarrassment. "Your father and I both think highly of Zhang Yuejin. He is honest, prudent, and ambitious. You are delicate and need a husband who can handle you. Otherwise, how will you live your life dealing with constant frictions? Plus, the Zhang family is well-off. Once you get married, you two would start a separate household. With Zhang Yuejin’s job, you won’t have to worry about not having meat to eat."
Unfortunately, no matter how persuasively Miao Fengqin spoke, Wang Jiao simply refused to listen.
She covered her ears, stomping her foot and shaking her head, "I won’t marry, I won’t marry, I absolutely won’t marry! If Zhang Yuejin is so good, tell it to Feng Qingxue! Let her give Lu Jiang to me! I want to marry Lu Jiang!"
A pig-butchering merchant like Zhang Yuejin could never compare to a future general.
Upon hearing her daughter’s words, Miao Fengqin’s face turned green.
"No need to say more to her, this matter is not up for her to decide!" Wang Zhengguo huffed.
Miao Fengqin wore a worried expression, "That may be so, but if she is unwilling, won’t it cause problems once she marries into the Zhang family?"
Both families were marrying their children off, not starting a feud.
Even if Miao Fengqin held ulterior motives and desired a compliant son-in-law who would yield to her daughter, they couldn’t let her daughter marry into the Zhang family while harbouring the thoughts of marrying Lu Jiang. With such thoughts, they were certain her married life wouldn’t be good.
"You just need to talk more calmly with Jiaojiao."
Watching his daughter’s retreating figure as she stormed into her bedroom, Wang Zhengguo resolved to marry her off. She would be turning twenty next year, essentially an old maid. Whether the daughter is willing or not, it was not within his consideration. He could easily guess from even a toe that his daughter would definitely be unwilling.
Feng Qingxue had no idea about the quarrel over Wang Jiao’s marital affairs.
Upon returning home, she began preparing dinner for herself and her sister.
Regarding the New Year goods, they were already prepared.
Feng Qingxue always had a habit of eating lightly and less during dinner, so she fried some shredded potatoes and accompanied them with a bowl of millet porridge.
After having a heavy lunch, Feng Qingyun was not hungry at night. She drank half a bowl of porridge and ate half a plate of crisp, tangy shredded potato.
After dinner, Feng Qingxue washed the dishes and boiled water. Her little sister ran around the room, looking at various kinds of New Year goods, her big eyes grinning with joy. Buns, pancakes, meatballs, frozen dumplings, fried pastries- all sorts of delicious food were in sight.
Everything was delectable, allowing her to eat to her heart’s content!
Feng Qingyun had a deep fascination for food. Seeing lots of food, she felt incredibly excited.
"Yunyun, come take a bath."
Feng Qingxue prepared lukewarm water, bathed her sister, changed her into clean clothes, and then bathed herself.
Wearing only her autumn clothes, Feng Qingyun quickly slid under the covers, "Sister, I’ll warm the bed for you!"
"Okay, thank you, Yunyun!"
With her sister out of sight, Feng Qingxue enjoyed a brisk bath and washed her hair. She rubbed a thin layer of a subtly scented body lotion on herself and noticed after some time of care that her skin had become white, tender, and smooth like tofu.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her face seemed fuller than when she had met Lu Jiang for the matchmaking session. Her beauty was now even more breathtaking.