"Humph, such a grown person, and to think not showing up for work just because of a headache or slight fever; think she's some capitalist's miss, acting so recklessly! In my opinion, best marry her off early. Not only would that save the family some grain, but also we could ask for a larger dowry to ease her brothers' days."
Zhu Juying ran out of the house, looking at Huang Maochun with a face full of outrage.
"What's all this fuss about? Xiangxiang is still feverish; she's already asked for leave from the team. What's wrong with resting? Besides, there was such a good marriage proposal that you deliberately spoiled. Now you want Xiangxiang to marry again, what are you really planning here?"
Huang Maochun threw away the roasted peanuts in his hand, placed his son in the needle basket by the waist, and started arguing with Zhu Juying.
