If Chiang Xiao were here, she would recognize one of them as the younger sister of the steamed bun shop owner, Yu Chunyu.
Yu Chunyu had been wandering around the town all day as well.
Since Meng Xinian left yesterday morning, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, unable to let go.
Although she had told her sister that even if you can run from a monk, you can’t run from the temple and that Chiang Xiao would soon come to her class to study, making it easy to find opportunities to interact with her brother in the future, right?
Yet, she still hoped to see him a few more times before the next semester started.
So, like possessed, she and a female colleague arranged to roam the town aimlessly, hoping to run into Meng Xinian.
Her colleague, Zou Xiaoling, came from another town and was also a substitute teacher.
Zou Xiaoling, around eighteen or nineteen years old, had a round face with a small dimple and wore her hair in a long braid, adorned with a plaid cloth hair clip. Although she wasn’t very beautiful, she looked very comfortable and pleasant.
Standing next to Yu Chunyu, it was clear that Yu Chunyu was more beautiful.
But it was Zou Xiaoling who caught Chiang Baohe’s eye.
Because the girl who once made him kneel outside the door, begging in vain, the one who almost became his bride, also had a round face, and a small dimple!
That woman had long become Chiang Baohe’s demon, and now seeing Zou Xiaoling, who bore some resemblance to her, Chiang Baohe felt his blood roaring through his veins!
His breathing became heavy, and he suddenly grabbed Ho Laidi who was standing by his side.
"Baohe, what’s wrong?"
Chiang Baohe’s grip was strong; his sudden pull pained Ho Laidi.
"Mom, I want to get married," Chiang Baohe said, his gaze fixed on the woman, with firm determination.
His wish to marry wasn’t a matter of just a day or two; for many years, his heart had been set on it. Who in Siyang Village didn’t know that?
But now, getting married seemed even more difficult for him.
Upon hearing his words, Ho Laidi began to worry, but she still nodded and said, "Alright! Once we get back, I’ll immediately ask someone to look for a bride for you, and by the end of this year, we’ll definitely bring you a wife."
"No need to look for one, I want to marry that one," Chiang Baohe pointed.
Chiang Baoguo and Ho Laidi followed his pointing finger.
There were two young ladies, both pretty and eye-catching.
Seeing Yu Chunyu, Chiang Baoguo also found her extremely attractive, especially her figure, which seemed very familiar and appealing.
But would such a beautiful girl, not even twenty years old, fancy a one-eyed farmer from a mountain ravine over thirty years old?
Chiang Baoguo sneered at the thought.
He couldn’t even get a girl like that himself, and now he was coddling Ding Meifen, who was carrying some other man’s bastard child. What made Chiang Baohe think he could aspire to those two girls?
Ho Laidi, too, had her eyes on Yu Chunyu.
Previously, Chiang Xiao thought that Yu Chunyu was precisely the kind of daughter-in-law most mothers-in-law would want, as she had an athletic build.
Now, Ho Laidi took notice of the same thing.
Although she knew her son didn’t stand a chance with that girl, she couldn’t help but say, "Baohe, you mean the taller one, right? That girl does look good, with a nice big butt for bearing children."
Yes, that’s what she had noticed.
However, Chiang Baohe said, "Not her, I want the one next to her."
Although Zou Xiaoling had a round face, her frame was petite, about 155 centimeters tall, with a small, slender build.