Feng Second Aunt’s excitement had not yet receded when Jiang He was sent with a slab of tofu.
"Aunt Qingxue, Uncle Lu Jiang’s comrade specially procured two slabs of tofu from the city. Uncle Lu Jiang was worried that Aunt Qingxue’s dishes wouldn’t be enough to entertain the distinguished guests, so he asked me to bring one slab over for an added dish! They’re quite busy over there, I must go now!"
Before his words could finish, Jiang He dashed away leaving a trail of dust.
Staring at the seemingly pale and tender tofu in front of her, Feng Second Aunt slapped her thigh, "Well, another exquisite dish!"
Don’t even mention tofu, even the bean dregs were delicacies for common folks.
Feng Qingxue curled her lips and smiled, revealing her enticing dimples, so glamorous she was beyond words.
Feng Second Aunt gave her a thumbs-up, "Xiaoxue, you’ve really made a fine choice there."
"Of course, Ajiang is naturally the best."
"Yes, yes, yes, your husband-to-be is the best!"
After waking up Feng Qingyun, Feng Second Aunt cooked her some porridge to drink but didn’t offer any to Feng Qingxue, fearing she would need to relieve herself during the wedding procession.
Feng Qingxue understood, having to frequently relieve oneself would indeed be awkward.
Before her friends and relatives arrived, she put on an ironed red shirt and black pants, tied a red cloth belt filled with money around her waist, meticulously brushed her teeth, washed her face, and finally applied a thin layer of face cream on both her hands and face.
Before packing, Ma Haiyan especially left a bottle of face cream for her to use today.
The face cream was very moisturizing, making her already fair complexion appear more radiant and delicate.
Ma Haiyan, who was in charge of combing her hair, looked at Feng Qingxue’s delicate skin, and then at her own rough, dark complexion. "No wonder you always downplay your appearance. Your skin is already enough to make people envious!" Her skin was as white as snow, no wonder she was called Xiaoxue (little snow). Her name truly portrayed her image.
"You’re joking, sister-in-law, I haven’t done any work for two months, that’s why I turned so pale."
Her shirt was long-sleeved. Worn with the black trousers, her entire body was covered. Her face and wrists were still exposed, but after Ma Haiyan had braided her hair and tied it with a red ribbon, she covered her head and neck with a large red silk scarf.
"This looks good! Now you look like a bride!" Ma Haiyan praised, feeling extremely envious.
When she got married, she wore borrowed clothes and shoes. The dowry from her in-laws was a bag of sweet potato flour, and her trousseau were a few pieces of old clothing. There was no ceremony, no wedding. A bow in front of the portraits of the leaders in front of the villagers was all it took.
Feng Qingxue deserved the grandeur of a bride.
However, Ma Haiyan knew she couldn’t compare with Feng Qingxue, nor could her husband compare with Lu Jiang. Although she was envious, she felt no jealousy but felt happy for Feng Qingxue.
The spectacle of Feng Qingxue’s wedding would be a topic of discussion for the next twenty years and would never be boring!
Catching sight of some leftover silk in the bamboo basket, Ma Haiyan had a stroke of inspiration. She picked a piece of red silk and made a pomegranate flower, secured it with a needle and thread, made a stem out of a wire, and pinned it to the side of Feng Qingxue’s hair with a black hairpin.
The woman was beautiful, and the flower was bright, the woman was even more charming than the flower.
The red silk scarf was placed back on her head. Through the scarf, her beauty was subtly visible yet her color remained unseen.
Voices gradually traveled in from outside as friends and relatives started to arrive, and so did Wang Zhenguo and his sister.
Although they belonged to Wanglou Brigade, they were Feng Qingxue’s biological uncles and aunts. Of course, they should attend their niece’s wedding, not the wedding ceremony of the Lu Family.