Zhixiang had returned home, and everyone was naturally thrilled. As they chatted happily, Mrs. Xue hurried out to prepare the meal, and Mrs. Zhu followed her into the kitchen to help.
They were discussing Zhixiang's marriage in the room. "Father, mother, can we set the wedding date for the twelfth lunar month? I think either the sixteenth or the eighteenth would be fine. It's just a month away, and we can make it in time. We could send the matchmaker with the betrothal gift in the next few days, and then get married next month. The Lu family said there's no need for a big celebration, something simple will do. We won't be living at home after getting married, so there's no need to be wasteful. We don't need to prepare the usual stuff; once we're in Anzhou, we can get ready on our own," Zhixiang had planned everything out.
"Fifth son, isn't that being too mean to the girl? After all, she's from the county town and her family owns property," Mrs. Chen felt it might be too hasty.
