Zeng Gang had already started eagerly preparing for the wedding, having been waiting for this day for so long, he was naturally more excited than anyone else.
Qinghe stayed at home, ready to get married, and had wanted to sew her own wedding dress, but Zeng Gang, fearing she would overexert herself, told her that he had asked the best embroideress in town to help make it and that she should just take it easy.
Muniang couldn't help but tease her, "He really dotes on you, afraid that even making a wedding dress would tire you out. Everyone else's daughters make their own wedding dresses, why is he still worried about you getting tired?"
Qinghe's face turned red, and she glared at her, "Was your wedding dress made by your own hands?"
Muniang shrugged, "That's because my skills were too poor, your skills are so good, you better not tell me Zeng Gang is worried you'd make a wedding dress that would be embarrassing to wear, that's why he didn't let you make it."
