However, as Xia Dabao entered the kitchen and sat by the stove to boil water, she couldn't help but smile again. Having been immersed in it from a young age, she believed that a husband and wife should be like her parents, sweet and loving, always adoring each other. When she got married, she too wanted to find someone with whom she could be sweet and loving forever.
But where in the world would that person be?
She was already fourteen years old. Many girls in the village her age were already talking about boyfriends. Her parents had also asked for her opinion, telling her to speak up if she liked someone. There was no need to be shy, but she didn't find any of them appealing.
About this matter, her father and mother had discussed the reasons. Their daughter wasn't interested in any of the village lads because there was something wrong with the way they raised her.
