Su Qingluo glanced at the reward list, feeling a surge of warmth. She stuffed the note back into Li Xiu'e's hand, pouted her cheeks, and coquettishly giggled.
"Mom, I don't need these things. You should keep them. I know you and dad love me, but you're getting ahead of yourself. I'm only eight, still a little baby, and you're already thinking about marrying me off?"
"I really can't bear to part with you."
Li Xiu'e hugged her little daughter tightly, unwilling to let go. "You're still young, so you don't understand the importance of dowries. That's okay. I'll save them for you until you grow up."
"Mom, now that we're wealthy, let's buy a few more reliable maids and servants."
Su Qingluo's eyes shone with gratitude as she nestled intimately against Li Xiu'e's chest. "You have to make bamboo flutes and cook; it's too hard. We need more trustworthy people to watch over the house and yard in the new home at the county town."
