Talking to Jin Yanzi had calmed Chen Afu and soothed her feelings a lot. Listening to the chirping of the larks under the eaves and the fragrance of osmanthus blown in through the window, her mood improved. The world was so beautiful. She was a fifteen-year-old girl in full bloom. She had a son, Jin Yanzi, and a family who cared for her. She couldn't let these things ruin her mood.
If worse comes to worst, she just won't get married.
At dinner time, she went to the old courtyard on her own without waiting for Dabao to call her.
Maybe to comfort Chen Afu, they had made her favorite chopped meat mixed with soybean paste noodles that night.
As soon as she entered the room, she was hit by a delicious aroma and warm air.. Mrs. Wang was busy over a big, steaming pot, while Dabao, with his chubby face, was stoking the fire by the stove.
