Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 37 - Cultivation

Still hurting?

Didn’t get wet, did it?

Did you drink the brown sugar water I brought yesterday?

Is your stomach still in pain?”

Yang PeiMin lifted her left hand, still wrapped in gauze, still hurting.

She dared not even put it under the covers when sleeping for fear of bumping it, but it was better than yesterday.

Other than feeling uncomfortable, there was nothing serious with her stomach.

Touched by his concern, she nodded, “A lot better, thanks to your brown sugar, it really helped.”

Shen Yiguang nodded and advised her, “Don’t take it lightly, drink a cup every morning and evening.

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I brought two pounds today, don’t hesitate to use it.

Plus, I got some Milk Essence for you, to help build up your body.

You really need to take good care of yourself, not just for having children, but to build up your resistance and lessen the sickness.

Start with this, and I’ll bring you more later.”

Yang PeiMin hurriedly interrupted him, “Brother Shen, this is too precious, I can’t accept it.” Milk Essence was a rare commodity; only well-to-do families let young ones or the elderly with illnesses consume it to boost their nutrition.

Besides, the topic had veered off.

She quickly tried to bring it back.

She turned her body to face him completely, squarely telling Shen Yiguang, “Brother Shen, let me be honest with you, I don’t want to marry so early, and I don’t have feelings for you.”

She finished speaking and stared at Shen Yiguang’s expression, ready to latch onto any sign of disappointment to discourage any further thoughts of marriage.

However, Shen Yiguang actually smiled.

The smile lines slowly spread across his handsome face, making his rugged features especially charming.

“You are very cute!”

Yang PeiMin almost blushed again.

“So when do you think you would like to get married?” Shen Yiguang, seeing her embarrassed look, promptly smoothed things over, slightly restraining his smile, and asked in a gentle voice.

“That would depend on when I fall in love with someone,” Yang PeiMin retorted.

“We could start dating first, build our feelings, and then…”

“Look at this young couple!

Whispering sweet nothings to each other here.” Fourth Aunt walked in, her voice loud while her eyes moved constantly, observing them both with an ambiguous smile all over her face.

Yang PeiMin felt slightly embarrassed and annoyed, grateful that they were merely sitting and talking normally.

If they were showing any intimate behavior, who knows what stories would be made up.

“What are you here for, Fourth Aunt?” Yang PeiMin’s face gave nothing away as she stood up, offering to help.

“Everyone has finished eating outside, so I came in to get the tray to clean up.

You two keep chatting, it’s fine.

Fourth Aunt isn’t one to gossip.

Seeing young people dating like this, I understand it all,” she said.

Although she claimed so, her feet remained stationary, and her eyes stayed glued to the two of them.

“Fourth Aunt, Pei Min hurt his hand yesterday, so I came to check on him.

Do you need anything else?” Shen Yiguang also stood up.

“There’s nothing else, haha… You guys keep talking, I won’t disturb you anymore.” Fourth Aunt, sensing the underlying meaning, finally took the tray and left.

“You see, there’s probably going to be some gossip about this.” Yang PeiMin watched Fourth Aunt’s departing figure with worry on her face.

Shen Yiguang chuckled, “Don’t worry, with Uncle Yang around, even if they talk, it’ll just be a couple of jokes.”

Yang PeiMin couldn’t stand his completely unconcerned demeanor and said lightly, “Alright, I need to go out too.

More people are coming over soon, and this talk, as it continues, might deteriorate.

I’ll still say this—we need to discuss our matter further.

I will talk to my parents, and I hope you explain things well to yours.”

After saying this, she turned and walked away.

Shen Yiguang gently pulled her back, whispering, “Minmin, we are quite suitable, and feelings can be cultivated.

Think it over, I will come to see you again tomorrow.”

Being close, his warm breath fell on her ear, making her blush uncontrollably.

She broke free from his hand and quickly walked out.

After the banquet, the guests also gradually went home.

Due to circumstances, most wedding feasts are held only once, with guests having lunch, seeing the bride, and then it’s all over.

After dinner with the Yang Family, Yang PeiMin followed Yang Dahai and his wife straight into their room and bluntly said, “Dad, Mom, I disagree with the marriage to Shen Yiguang.”

Zhang Minghua panicked, “My girl, wasn’t everything fine at noon?

Why have you changed your mind?”

Yang Dahai also looked at her, waiting for what she would say next.

“I don’t want to get married so soon,” said Yang PeiMin as she sat beside Zhang Minghua.

“I want to spend a few more years with you, Mom and Dad.”

“Silly girl, you can still come back to visit us after you’re married.

How could you not?

You’re not young anymore.

Look at Honglian, your age-mate who became a mother last month.

Even if not a mother, she’s already engaged.

In a few more years, you’ll be an old maid, only left to pick from whatever’s left,” Zhang Minghua said jokingly.

Yang Dahai nodded.

“Minmin, is there something you’re dissatisfied with about Shen?”

“We don’t know much about Shen, how can we know if our personalities match?

And marriage needs feelings, I don’t feel anything for him, what if I meet someone I like later?” Yang PeiMin, not holding back anymore, saw that the discussion with her parents had only solidified their opinion, so she exaggerated a bit.

Sure enough, both Yang Dahai and Zhang Minghua looked shocked, Zhang Minghua lightly patted her, “What are you talking about?

Love is something that is slowly cultivated.

Isn’t that how we, the older generation, did it?

And we have lived a good life.

Still thinking of others after getting married?

You’re asking for trouble.

Listen to me, no matter when, a woman must behave properly and live her life steadily to have a smooth life, you understand?”

Yang PeiMin nodded sheepishly.

Zhang Minghua then comforted her, “If you want to understand him better, isn’t that simple?

Your parents are not rushing to marry you off.

You can date and cultivate your feelings gradually.”