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Ye Fangfei returned home with Little Moon, quickly preparing milk powder for her to drink before bed. After that, she fried a few leftover dumplings from yesterday and made herself a bowl of seaweed soup. It was a delightful meal.
Once she finished eating, she wasn’t sleepy at all, so she took out Little Moon's clothes. The child was growing so fast; the clothes from last autumn were already too small for this spring. She would have to take them apart and add some more fabric.
Despite the holiday, Ye Fangfei had plenty to do. She needed to prepare clothes and shoes for Little Moon for the spring. However, since she had never made them before, she would have to figure it out slowly.
Then there was Tang Zhicheng, who was always out running around. Wearing liberation shoes made his feet sweaty; homemade cloth shoes would be much more comfortable. However, Ye Fangfei didn’t know how to make adult shoes, so she had already asked Aunt Zhao for help. She gave Aunt Zhao a pound of millet in exchange for two pairs of cloth shoes for Tang Zhicheng.
When Tang Zhicheng came back, Ye Fangfei had just finished taking apart Little Moon's clothes and soaked them in hot water. Seeing him enter, she wondered if he had eaten enough and asked, “You’re back? Are you full? There are leftover dumplings from yesterday; should I heat some up for you?”
Tang Zhicheng replied, “No need, I’m not hungry. I’ll just drink some hot water; Uncle Ji insisted on making me drink two cups.”
“The dishes are cold and the wine is too; my stomach doesn’t feel good,” he added.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fangfei quickly got up to fetch some brown sugar and prepared a bowl of brown sugar egg soup. “Quick, drink it while it’s hot. After you finish, let’s go sit on the heated kang; it’s warm there,” she said.
Tang Zhicheng took the bowl and sipped it slowly. Remembering what had happened earlier at the table, he couldn’t help but share with Ye Fangfei. “Wife, you wouldn’t believe it; that Gao Huaiyi is really something else.”
“What happened? Tell me!” Ye Fangfei was intrigued.
“Not long after you all left, Gao Huaiyi came back with that good-for-nothing from her family,” Tang Zhicheng recounted animatedly. “When they returned, they didn’t say a word—just moved the sewing machine in.”
"Put it down! What are you doing? Quickly, put it down!"
Tang Zhicheng and the others were tidying up the table after drinking when they heard the voice of Gao Dachui's youngest son coming from inside the house.
Kuo Xiaomei had seen her second daughter go in and remembered her tendency to act up. She thought of the sewing machine that her in-laws had sent over yesterday and hurriedly set aside her work to rush inside and intervene.
Inside, Gao Huaiyu's husband was trying to move the sewing machine while Gao Dachui's son sat on the floor, gripping it tightly.
Gao Huaiyu was tugging at his brother's hand, urging him to let go. "Let go! This is for my sister's dowry; it has nothing to do with you." He strained to pry his brother's fingers loose.
"I won't! Mom said this is for me to use when I get married!"
"You need to let go! You've already gotten married, so you're no longer part of our family." Gao Huaiyu insisted, still holding on.
"What do you mean it's for your marriage? How old are you? You haven't even grown up yet, and you're already thinking about getting married?"
"I'm telling you, I'm your second sister. Even if I'm married, I'm still your sister. If there's something good, it should come to me first."
"When I got married, Mom and Dad didn't give me a proper dowry at all. This is just compensation for my dowry," Gao Huaiyu argued.
"No way! This is meant for my future wife!"
"This is compensation for my dowry!"
The two siblings were locked in a heated argument. Gao Huaiyu's good-for-nothing husband wanted to just take the sewing machine and leave, but unfortunately, his younger brother was holding on too tightly.
"What are you doing? Huaiyu, let go of your brother!" Kuo Xiaomei entered the room and saw her son sitting on the floor.
Upon seeing Kuo Xiaomei come in, Gao Huaiyu realized that she wouldn't let him take the sewing machine today.
She shot her brother an unwilling glare, thinking to herself: It's all his fault; otherwise, I would have taken the sewing machine long ago.
However, she wasn't willing to give up so easily. Remembering how her mother hadn't given her any dowry when she got married, she steeled herself for a fight.
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