Zhulan was greedy. Why didn't she think of roasting a whole lamb? Oh, she didn't even think of it. She missed too many delicacies. Zhao's idea was really good. "Okay, go and arrange it!"
Seeing that her mother-in-law was satisfied, Zhao couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. She couldn't compete with her eldest sister-in-law, but she might be better than her third brother's wife. When her mother-in-law was not at home, she was thinking about how to grab her mother-in-law's attention from her eldest sister-in-law. Although they still ate, her eldest sister-in-law didn't cook anymore, and she was in charge of the kitchen. She found a way.
Zhulan wanted to rest, so her three daughters-in-law went back.
After lunch, Zhulan took her daughter back to the main courtyard. Zhulan pinched her daughter's nose and said, "I wanted to see you this morning. Why didn't you come over?"
Xue Han smiled and said, "Mom, several sisters-in-law want to occupy your side all the time. Am I not giving them a chance?"
The sisters-in-law in my family often compete for my mother's attention!
Zhulan laughed, "Come here, mother brought you something good."
Xue Han, "Mom, the gift you brought me was given to me by my elder brother yesterday. How come it's still there?"
Zhulan curved her eyes and said, "Of course I have. Do you want to see the dowry I brought back for you?"
Xue Han's face turned red all of a sudden. She would miss Rong Chuan when he was not at home before, but she didn't miss him much when she was busy. This time when Rong Chuan came back, she felt different, "Mom."
Zhulan was sad. In ancient times, people got married early. Considering Xuehan's health, Zhulan confessed, "I'm telling you, I want to keep you for a few more years."
Xue Han became even more shy and stamped her feet, "Mom."
Zhulan sighed, "The ancients were so precocious." Then she stood up and took out the leftovers that Zhou Shuren had polished for her to carve jewelry. Zhulan brought a small box to Xuehan's side and said, "This is the leftovers of jade that the emperor gave me as a reward. I'm going to make some jewelry for you."
Xue Han: “… … ..”
She knew about this. No, it should be said that the whole city knew about it, and some people even asked her for confirmation!
Xue Han felt that since Daddy made jewelry for Mom, it would be bad to give her these leftovers. "Mom, you should keep what Daddy gave you. Give us other things in the future!"
Zhulan felt that jade of this quality was not easy to obtain. She wanted to give her daughter a decent dowry. She didn't think it was impossible to give it to her daughter. Besides, the jade was very large. She didn't want to use it all to make jewelry for herself. In ancient times, women's dowries had to be divided among their children. She didn't want to be buried with anything. She couldn't take it with her when she died anyway, so it was better to leave it to the living.
Well, that's not right. She wanted to take away the dowry that Zhou Shuren gave her specifically for burial. She didn't want to take anything else.
Bah, she is alive and well, it’s too early to think about her being buried with you.
Finally Zhulan decided to make her own decision and chatted with her daughter for a while. It was getting late and the days in winter were too short.
In the evening, the Zhou family ate a roasted whole lamb, which was specially made by a chef from a restaurant. The roasted whole lamb was not very big, because there were many people in the family, most of them adult men, so one lamb was not enough to eat.
Changzhi was still enjoying the meal, and seeing snowflakes falling outside, he said, "Dad, this scene is perfect for writing poetry."
Zhou Shuren didn't think so. He was full and just wanted to go home and chat with his wife. Who wanted to go to the yard to write poetry? Zhou Shuren stood up, put his hands behind his back and walked away quickly.
When Zhulan saw Zhou Shuren standing outside the door waiting for her, her eyes were full of smiles and she hurriedly followed him.
What Zhou Lao Da feared most was slipping away while studying. "The ground is too slippery in the snow. I have to help your sister-in-law go back first."
Zhou Laoer also got up and left. Who wants to write poetry? He would rather drink some wine and hum some music.
Chang Lian was sick of writing poems. His master was teaching him something recently, and he had been pulling his hair a lot. A lot of his hair had fallen out. "I drank a little too much today, so I want to sober up and help digest the food. Madam, shall we go for a walk together?"
Dong's eyes were filled with joy. Her husband was busy studying every day, and they hadn't consummated their marriage yet, so they seldom met at night. She hadn't walked with her husband for a long time. "Okay."
Rongchuan had seen Changzhi's seriousness, so he pulled Mingyun and slipped away first.
Ming Teng and Ming Rui have become bitter because of their uncle's teaching. When their grandmother is not at home, their uncle has higher expectations of them, especially Ming Teng, who has to recite poems every day. He really vomited after reciting them.
Now he and his brother Mingrui wish their uncle was not at home!
Xue Han was the last one to stand up. She patted the young man on the shoulder, then left while holding back her laughter.
Changzhi looked at the empty dining room, "..."
The next morning, just after breakfast, Zhulan was looking at the invitation card when Li came over in a hurry, "Mom, Qi wrote me a letter."