Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1211 - 1033: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1211: Chapter 1033: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

"What are you fussing about?" Zhao’s auntie exclaimed, "You and your daughter are just the same, making such a big deal out of nothing! Truly people who have never seen the wider world."

Zhao’s other auntie was still feeling shaken, "No, big sister, did you, did you put on too much red?"

"Not at all. Since you’re going to wear it, might as well make it redder," replied Zhao’s auntie. "Besides, looking in the mirror, it doesn’t seem too red to me. You just aren’t used to it, that’s why it shocks you so much, right?"

The mirrors in the village were all copper mirrors, and they did not reflect very clearly, but Zhao’s auntie did not take it seriously.

Zhao’s uncle had also returned from the field with some vegetables and sat in front of the dining table, a bit embarrassed, upon hearing Zhao’s uncle returning.

However, Zhao’s uncle did not come in right away and was talking with his parents. It was all about some farm matters, utterly boring stuff. It took a while before he mentioned his trip to the town.

Zhao’s father instructed: "When you go to town today, remember to get everything ready before you go. Don’t skimp on anything that needs to be given out. Don’t be stingy with the small change, the money you spend today will double and return to us later, understand?"

"Understood," Zhao’s uncle replied, "It’s getting late. I’m planning to have breakfast and then head there. Mom and Dad, let’s eat breakfast first."

Zhao’s uncle said and then took a seat at the table. At that moment Zhao’s uncle had his back to him, and he grew impatient, "Why did you sit at the table first? Go get me a bowl of porridge."

Zhao’s auntie sat without moving, so Zhao’s uncle called out again, "What’s wrong with you? Get me a bowl of porridge. I still have to go to town after eating!"

Only then did Zhao’s auntie turn around and smile at Zhao’s uncle, only to see Zhao’s uncle so frightened that he couldn’t even sit still; he fell right off the stool.

"You saucy witch, what did you smear on your face, looking like a ghost? You scared the life out of me," Zhao’s uncle, still too scared to get up, left Zhao’s auntie utterly deflated. She stared at him angrily, "What are you fussing about? Isn’t it just some rouge I put on, wanting to look nice for our trip to town? Did you need to get that scared?"

Zhao’s uncle finally got up, "Beautiful? You call this beautiful, looking like a temple goddess, are you going to perform in a grand opera? Go wash your face quickly. Don’t scare mom and dad again. They are old, and it could scare them to death. Do you understand?"

"You?" Zhao’s auntie was almost in tears by then, and at that moment, Zhao Datu came in lazily and upon seeing his mother asked, "Yo, mom, are you going to play a goddess in a grand opera?"

Zhao’s auntie was so upset she skipped breakfast.

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Zhao’s uncle and Zhao’s auntie finally set off for the town.

The two traveled by ox cart since this area raised many oxen, relying on them for travel, unlike places that raised horses, which were rare like in Yege’s family.

In the ox cart, Zhao’s auntie remained sullen. She had washed all the makeup off her face, and except for slightly fancier clothing, she looked as usual, while Zhao’s uncle had donned his festival clothes, which he usually wore only during New Year’s.

Zhao’s auntie had been waiting for Zhao’s uncle to apologize all this while, but as he remained silent, Zhao’s auntie couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke first, "Do you think Lizheng will agree to you becoming the village head?"

"Who knows? Whether I get it or not, the gift still has to be given. When we meet Lizheng, keep your mouth shut tight, don’t speak out of turn, women aren’t supposed to speak recklessly in such settings."

"Then why did you bring me along?" Zhao’s auntie asked.