Although Pei Xiaoxia spoke lightly, the kitchen was not crowded, so everyone heard her.
Li Xiang didn’t think too much about it, and instead nodded happily, "Yes, we all get along very well, like real sisters," her tone carried a touch of pride."
Pei Xiaoxia laughed briefly but didn’t say anything more.
However, Yang Ruxin noticed a slight hint of sadness in her, and couldn’t help but frown, but as they were not very familiar, she chose not to say much.
Yang Zhenli’s house was adjacent to the Yang Family’s ancestral home, so naturally, they were invited, but Yang Peili and Yang Anshi didn’t come, claiming they were not feeling well.
"What’s not to feel well about? Probably just ashamed," Wang Hehua curled her lips.
"Don’t say that, it seems like Old Madam Yang really wasn’t feeling well," Liu Cuiyun shook her head, "She fainted last time, and although she was fine when she woke up, her speech isn’t as sharp as before..."
"Seems like it," Wang Hehua nodded in agreement, though she again curled her lips, "It’s probably retribution for all the bad things she has done..."
But Feng Caie did bring Yang Ruyu and Yang Ruohuai, bringing a piece of fine cotton cloth and ten eggs—a gift that was neither extravagant nor stingy.
The group had lost their usual arrogance and flamboyance, sitting there quietly eating, and even Yang Ruohuai was behaving.
Standing at the kitchen doorway, Yang Ruxin glanced over and caught Yang Ruyu looking her way. Yang Ruyu probably didn’t expect to be seen; she flinched, but didn’t look away. Instead, she forced a small smile before lowering her head to continue eating.
Yang Ruxin’s eyes flashed. This girl had been behaving lately, but was she truly behaving? Ruxin wasn’t convinced, but for the moment, she really didn’t regard the other as a concern.
As the afternoon wore on, the villagers began leaving one after another, and at that time, snowflakes also started to float down from the sky.
Some of the older folks happily said that Xiaoyu was blessed—as it was snowing during her engagement, which was a good omen, implying the blessings of the Snow Goddess.
Regardless of whether this belief was true or not, everyone was delighted for it was considered a good sign.
When most people had left, and only a few remained, they began to clean up after the event.
At that moment, Yang Baixiang arrived to help move chairs and the like.
"Why are you bustling about here?" Liu Cuiyun felt sorry, "You didn’t even come to the feast, and you gave a red packet..."
Actually, Little Liuzi had invited Yang Baixiang, but he said that since he had not separated his household and his sister-in-law had already come, he preferred not to join the gathering. However, he did give Little Liuzi a red packet with ten copper coins. Now, coming to help, Liu Cuiyun and her husband naturally felt gratified.
"What’s the big deal? Many hands make light work," Yang Baixiang said with a simple smile, "and I’m not even that tired..."
Liu Cuiyun decided not to insist any further.
Pei Xiaoxia was also busy until the very end.
"These dishes are all clean," Liu Cuiyun handed two large bowls of leftover food to Pei Xiaoxia, "Take them with you, your cousin can heat them up for dinner... I’ll have Xiaoliu deliver those two stools later..." At that moment, Xiaoliu had gone to deliver a table to his great-uncle’s house.
"There is no need, I will bring these and come back for the stools," Pei Xiaoxia took the bowls, "It’s not that far..."
"Sister-in-law, let me help deliver them," Yang Baixiang, having just returned from delivering stools to Wang Hehua’s house, offered upon seeing the remaining two stools, "You don’t need to make the trip..."