Mrs. Zhao was not one to hold back, "Of course, I was going to see my mother anyway, and I naturally have to discuss this matter with her properly. We aren’t even married yet, and he’s already learned to grab everything for himself!"
"You..." Watching the arrogant Mrs. Zhao, Ye Gaosheng was about to explode with anger.
Looking at the fabric in his arms, Ye Gaosheng’s good mood had also disappeared.
Right now, it was neither appropriate to give the fabric away nor to keep it.
After much thought, Ye Gaosheng still decided to send it over.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it seem like he was scared of Mrs. Zhao?
Moreover, this was the home of his parents, himself, and his younger sister. They had separated from the rest of the family a long time ago; Mrs. Zhao had no right to call the shots regarding his affairs.
Compared to Mrs. Zhao, when the servant delivered the items to the main house and explicitly said they were for Ye Qinghua, she immediately broke into a smile.
After the servant left, Mrs. Zhang, seeing her daughter so happy, couldn’t help feeling a bit envious.
"Your little aunt really cares about you, and you should remember that in your heart. Spend more time with her, learn from her, and be mindful of how you speak and act. Don’t be careless and upset your little aunt. If you could even have one-tenth of your little aunt’s ability in the future, your mother would rest easy," Mrs. Zhang said.
"I know," responded Ye Qinghua, looking at the slick fabric in her hand, her mind already racing with ideas about the clothes she wanted to make from it.
Mrs. Zhang was also curious about what was in the box, so she opened it, and although she lacked worldly experience and the box only contained items suitable for a young girl to wear, she could tell that the contents were indeed extraordinary.
Mrs. Zhang sighed and closed the box, "Your father and I haven’t been able to prepare any nice things for you, but with the items your little aunt has given you alone, once added to your dowry, it’ll be enough to help you secure a good standing in your future husband’s family."
In the blink of an eye, the children had grown up. There was nothing else Mrs. Zhang wished for in this life. Although they could no longer run the soap business, the family had made it work for nearly half a year, earning quite a bit of money.
Not to mention too much, but they had a few thousand taels of silver at least.
A few days ago, the family had acquired several dozen mu of good farmland. Now, with money and land, who wouldn’t be envious of them?
As for the current state of her life, she was already content.
As for the children, they were all obedient and sensible. The little aunt was quite capable, and her fourth brother was also making something of himself. With their help in the future, she had nothing to worry about.
A person’s thoughts and actions determine the life they lead, and compared to Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Zhao was far too discontented.
When Mrs. Zhao arrived at Mrs. He’s place, Old Man Ye had gone out, and Ye Jiu was eating and chatting with Mrs. He.
The atmosphere instantly changed with Mrs. Zhao’s arrival, "Oh, my dear mother, you’re here enjoying food and drink, completely unaware that our home is being emptied by an outsider!"
Mrs. He had long since grown accustomed to Mrs. Zhao’s strange way of speaking and could only sigh inwardly, questioning whether it had been right or wrong to allow such a troublemaker to come back into the fold.
But it had to be said that sometimes Mrs. Zhao was more useful than Mrs. Zhang, even though her ability to annoy others was certainly not lacking.
"If you have something to say, just say it, and stop with the incessant chatter here," Mrs. He said impatiently.
Now that the family had money, she wanted to raise her daughter to be a well-mannered lady.
Fearing that her daughter would often come into contact and learn her bad temper, Mrs. He herself was now trying her utmost to control her irritation and rarely lost her temper. As for someone with a disposition like Mrs. Zhao’s, it was even more difficult to endear oneself to her.