Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 44 - Returning the Favor

I’m worried you can’t remember some relatives.

If you meet them and can’t recall what to call them, that would be really impolite.”

“Why don’t you let Yingzi go?

She’s younger and probably likes visiting relatives more,” Yang PeiMin suggested as she cared for her skin in front of the mirror.

“Do you think you can take good care of Xiao Bao at home?” Zhang Minghua gave her a look, “We’ll sit for a while and come right back, it won’t take long.

Your grandaunt and others are also visiting, we haven’t seen her for a long time, remember how she doted on you when you were little?” Her grandaunt, being married far away, hadn’t managed to attend the weddings of her two daughters, but she arrived today.

“I don’t want to take a bullock cart,” she found an excuse.

“Then shall we walk there?”

“Forget it, we’ll take the bullock cart.”

In the end, under Zhang Minghua’s diverse persuasions, Yang PeiMin surrendered.

Only then did Zhang Minghua, with a smile in her eyes, seriously begin to inspect her daughter’s appearance.

These days, Yang PeiMin had been consistently eating nourishing food for vitality and blood, which indeed added a touch of color to her face.

She decided not to wear her hair in twin braids this time; she pinned up the few strands of bangs on her forehead loosely and braided her hair from the top of her head into a large braid, lighting up her features instantly.

She only applied skincare on her face, with a touch of lipstick, which left Zhang Minghua staring in awe.

“Goodness, my girl, you look…

at first glance, one could think you’re a bride,” Zhang Minghua leaned in for a closer look at her daughter’s face.

Yang PeiMin rolled her eyes, “What a way to describe someone, Mother.”

“What’s wrong?

In a mother’s heart, a bride is the most beautiful girl.

Can’t I use that description?” she retorted while scrutinizing her daughter’s outfit, “Why are you wearing this outfit?”

Today, due to the special occasion, aside from their two children, Da Xiaoniu and the bridegroom Peijun, who received new clothes, no one else did.

Yang PeiMin also glanced down at her attire, a reddish-brown turnover collar cotton-padded jacket, which she had begged her sister-in-law to make after seeing someone else wearing a similar attractive one in town last year.

It stood out somewhat among the other floral or blue-gray clothes.

It did make her look somewhat older; she pulled up her high-collared, beige sweater in hopes that people would pay more attention to her sweater and not focus on her outfit, adopting the philosophy of Ah Q.

“Last time Shen bought you that nice windbreaker, wear that,” Zhang Minghua suggested as she had already pulled it out and shook it open, holding it up against her, “See, it looks great and spirited!

Change into this quickly.”

Yang PeiMin quickly held her back.

She didn’t have matching trousers and shoes, and wearing it haphazardly would look even sillier than not wearing it at all, “I’m not wearing that.”

“You stubborn girl, why are you being so contrary?” Zhang Minghua teased her with a twinkle in her eye.

“Could it be that you’re just shy?”

Not shy at all.

Originally, Minmin did not want to accept the coat that Shen Yiguang had bought.

However, since he had purchased it according to her size and it couldn’t be returned to the store—it wasn’t like it was money—she could just give it back to him.

Upon further thought, she decided it was better to return the favor properly.

She shook her head, correcting Zhang Minghua, “It’s not about being shy.

It’s that I don’t have any trousers to match the coat.

Also, accepting such a big gift out of nowhere makes me feel like I should give something back in return.

Mom, what do you think would be good?” The coat looked expensive with its velvet fabric—a high-end material that couldn’t even be bought with cloth tickets.

And she barely had any money on her.

How could she even reciprocate with a gift of equal value?

Zhang Minghua looked at her with a smiling, coaxing gaze.

“Why don’t we make a suit for him too?

It would certainly be presentable.”

It was a good idea, but she did not know how to sew.

“Mom will teach you.

There are still a few yards of blue fabric left from what your brother made, and we can just tear off a few more yards to make the trousers.

Your hand might not be fully healed, but we have a sewing machine at home.

I’ll help you,” her mother offered.

PeiMin remained silent.

Did that mean she would also have to go measure Shen Yiguang’s size?

As Zhang Minghua grew more enthusiastic, she even laid out the designs, “Making a military casual outfit won’t be a problem.”

“Mom, it’s time to go to Aunt’s house,” she couldn’t help but interrupt.

“Okay, I was hoping you’d learn something from your visit.

Let’s also take the chance to pick up Shen’s measurements.”

“Mom, we’re going to Aunt’s house, not Cousin Qin’s in-laws,” Yang PeiMin hastily reminded her jubilant mother.

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It’s quite close anyway.

We can have your cousin run an errand and send a message.”

“Mom, with the new year, people are likely visiting relatives.

It’s better not to bother them now and trouble cousin.”

“Don’t worry, I know when to stop.” Zhang Minghua was still somewhat persistent.

“Minmin, are you really not going to wear that coat?”

Yang PeiMin still shook her head, further dissuaded by the possibility of meeting Shen Yiguang.

Zhang Minghua sighed tenderly, “You child.

If not today, then you’ll wear it tomorrow for me.”

To keep her from going on, Yang PeiMin quickly nodded.

Then, Zhang Minghua inexplicably pulled her grown daughter out to visit relatives.

This time, Yang Peihua, who was driving the cart, had his wife in confinement, so he just sent gifts to his mother-in-law’s house without staying.

Although Yang Peihua wasn’t as ridiculous as Yang PeiJun, he was still quite naïve.

Seeing the transformed Yang PeiMin, he actually asked, “Minmin, are you going to the Shen family to be looked at?”

Yang PeiMin gave him a sharp glare.

Yang Peihua touched his nose in fright, glanced at his own mother, and ventured, “Isn’t she?”

Zhang Minghua gave him a stern look.

“What do you mean by a woman rushing to present herself for inspection?

Stop talking nonsense and focus on driving.”