Zhang Guihua finished speaking and, without paying attention to these foolishly hopeful people, went straight into the house.
The villagers outside, upon hearing that the handso and cultured young man was Yu Cheng’s uncle, grew even more excited.
Good looks, a good family background—whoever could marry him would truly have nothing to worry about for the rest of their life.
Zhang Guihua’s cold words did not quash the fantasies of the village girls; on the contrary, they added fuel to the fire of their imaginations.
When Zhang Guihua entered the house, she saw Sun Lixia serving tea to Yu Cheng and Fang Zhiyuan with a big smile on her face.
After she entered, she hurriedly took candies, pastries, peanuts, and sunflower seeds from the cabinet and placed them in front of the two n.
"Zhiyuan, Yu Cheng, here, have so seeds, don’t be shy, make yourself at ho," Zhang Guihua said cheerfully as she entertained them.
"Right, Zhiyuan, don’t be polite. In our ho, you can eat and drink whatever you want. If there’s anything, just say it—we’re all family here," Jiang Dashan also said.
"Okay, Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang, then don’t treat as a guest either," Fang Zhiyuan said, impressed by the Jiang family’s simplicity and warmth.
Zhiwen and Zhiwu, the two brothers, saw that Yu Cheng had co and, without even finishing their howork, ran out from the Third Branch, shouting excitedly, "Big Brother Yu, you’re here, we’ve missed you so much."
Seeing her sons co over, Sun Lixia quickly pulled them by the arms and, with a bit of a fawning attitude, introduced them to Fang Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, these are my two sons. Co, Zhiwen, Zhiwu, call him Uncle Fang."
Zhiwen and Zhiwu had also seen the youth who looked very much like Yu Cheng and obediently called out, "Uncle Fang."
"Hey, good kids. Here, take this gift from Uncle Fang. Play with it, but don’t fight with other kids," Fang Zhiyuan said, taking out two toy guns from the bag beside him and giving them to Zhiwen and Zhiwu.
The two brothers had not expected to receive gifts just for calling out ’Uncle.’
"Wow, toy guns! Thank you, Uncle Fang, we love them!" the two of them eagerly took the toy guns and couldn’t wait to play with them.
"It’s no trouble, don’t ntion it."
After giving the toys to the two boys, Fang Zhiyuan saw several girls timidly standing in the corner and smiled as he waved them over, "Co here, Uncle Fang has gifts for you too."
Upon hearing this, the girls walked over sowhat flattered and softly called out ’Uncle Fang.’
Fang Zhiyuan had bought the newest hair accessories from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative for the girls, two for each.
"Mianmian, co here, Uncle Fang got you sothing too," Fang Zhiyuan said warmly when he saw Jiang Mianmian standing at the door, not coming over.
Jiang Mianmian, not expecting to have anything for herself, happily ran over to receive the hair accessories, "Thank you, Uncle Fang, these hair flowers are really pretty, I like them a lot."
"As long as you all like them," Fang Zhiyuan said, pleased to see the children happy.
The girls, seeing the hair accessories, were also very happy. They had longed for the new hair flowers.
But with no pocket money and their parents unwilling to spend the money on them, they could only enviously watch their female classmates wear them. They never thought that the gentle and handso Uncle Fang would buy hair flowers for them.
Zhaodi held the hair flowers, looking at Fang Zhiyuan’s gentle smile, and felt puzzled.
This Yu Cheng’s uncle—she had never heard of him in her past life. So why was he coming to their ho for the New Year now? And how did he have such a good relationship with Jiang Changhai and the others?
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