Manbao blinked her eyes. The Liu family village?
Wasn't that her former brother-in-law's village?
Zhou Xi's lips curved, unable to suppress the smile on her face as she said, "She went back to her parents' home a few days ago and saw a lively scene. It was Liu Dalang, his son turned one, and during the birthday celebration, the villagers came to watch and found that the child didn't resemble him much, but looked a lot like someone from the neighboring village, Da Ma Village. Someone from Liu family village who is familiar with that person recognized it immediately."
Manbao was not young anymore and, of course, caught the implications of those words.
Not to mention, she'd heard similar remarks quite often.
For example, when she was younger and visited her uncle's home for New Year, or when guests at Qian Family's house saw her on the street, they liked to pinch her face and then laugh, "This child is so cute, so fair and round, we really don't know whom she resembles."
