70s Delicate Girl: A Guide to Being a Rich Woman-Chapter 382: Matchmaker Xie

The onlookers dispersed in a rush; Zhao Guodong still held quite a bit of authority in the team.

Without the crowd to cheer her on, Li Caixia felt a little disappointed, but she decided to let it go and spare some face for the team leader. Besides, she was planning to visit her parent’s house, which wasn’t far away, so she could get there soon.

"Mom and Dad, we’re heading to Caixia’s parent’s house first," Xu Hai said, pulling Li Caixia along, carrying gifts for his in-laws in hand.

"Alright, go ahead, and try to return early. Will you come back for lunch?" Madam Chen asked, looking at the two.

"It’s already past ten, so we won’t be back for lunch," Li Caixia replied, glancing at her watch. Yes, she had bought a watch too. It was second-hand, but she really liked it, often checking the time. Now she was a person of status.

"Alright then, go and come back early in the afternoon," Madam Chen waved them off. They were planning to stay the night and only return to the provincial city the next day.

"Got it, Mom. We’re off now," Xu Hai said with a cheerful smile.

Madam Chen and the others returned to the small courtyard, where Qian Ying was tidying up the room for the elderly couple. It was a two-day weekend, and Xu Xue hadn’t come back. She seemed busy these days, but nobody knew why.

"Mom, are you hot? I bought a watermelon," Qian Ying took the watermelon out of the water jar and prepared to cut it for Madam Chen and the others to eat.

"Let’s have it later. Do we have any warm water? I need to wash Kangkang’s face." Madam Chen waved her hand, thinking it wasn’t time for watermelon yet, better to have it in the hotter afternoon.

"Yes, we boiled some this morning, it’s not too hot now. Adding some cold water would make it perfect for washing faces." Qian Ying quickly fetched the kettle. She instinctively feared Madam Chen, taking her word as gospel.

"Mm." Madam Chen nodded, took the kettle, poured a small basin of water, added some cold water, and then washed her beloved grandson’s face.

"Minglei, come wash up too." After washing her little grandson’s face, Madam Chen called over Xu Minglei, who was looking at the rabbits.

At Old Xu’s house, only Qian Ying and a few kids were home; everyone else had gone to work as the fall harvest was near, and they were getting busy.

Madam Chen inquired about Qian Ying’s family situation and took the opportunity to express her disdain for the families of the second and fourth sons.

While the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were chatting, a guest arrived outside the courtyard. Seeing the guest, a hint of disdain flashed in Madam Chen’s eyes.

"Matchmaker Xie, what are you here for?" Once she glanced at Matchmaker Xie, who had a good reputation in the surrounding villages, Madam Chen didn’t need to guess the reason for her visit.

"My dear sister, of course, I’m here to discuss a marriage proposal. Your family’s Minghui isn’t young anymore, is he?" Matchmaker Xie smiled amiably at Madam Chen, with a trace of envy in her eyes. The Chen family had moved to the provincial city and were doing so well.

Xu Mumu had a partner already, so no need for matchmaking. But Xu Minghui didn’t. Every time Madam Chen’s family returned, many people wanted to propose matches for them.

"Our Minghui is in no hurry. He’s still in school. Once he finishes his studies and gets a job, what kind of girl can’t he find?" Madam Chen said proudly.

"Oh, you’re not in a hurry to hold a great-grandchild? I know several girls who are good at giving birth." Matchmaker Xie felt a bit frustrated, but Madam Chen spoke the truth. Indeed, given Xu Minghui’s circumstances, he could choose any girl he wanted.

"No hurry at all. My Fengfeng is still so young, where would I find the energy to look after a great-grandchild?" Madam Chen sniffed. Although she secretly yearned for it, her eldest grandson was stubborn. Whenever asked, he sidestepped the topic or said there was no rush. The whole family was frantic, but he wasn’t.

Matchmaker Xie: "...." How could one talk to someone so impervious to persuasion like Madam Chen?

In the past, proposing matches for Xu Minghui was difficult. His lazy and greedy disposition scared off any decent girl. The ones who were interested were not ideal. Who could have thought he’d turn out this successful? Many girls regretted not pursuing Xu Minghui.

Xu Mumu was at home starting to mess with a bunch of electric wires again. Zhou Yunhong somehow got hold of so many wires, they were piled everywhere in the room. If not used up, just looking at them made her uneasy. Last time, the mess with the air conditioner scattered them, and now they were everywhere.

Xu Mumu organized the wires, but for a moment, didn’t know what to do with them.

"Sis, I’ll handle this stuff, or else if you tire yourself out, Brother Yang will come after me," Zhou Yunhong swiftly sorted out the items, eyeing the large bundle of wires Xu Mumu was holding. It must weigh a hundred pounds; it wasn’t light.

Xu Mumu’s strength was something Zhou Yunhong had come to appreciate over the past half year.

Every time he saw Xu Mumu’s great strength, he couldn’t help but worry for his Brother Yang; who would have thought Brother Yang liked this type.

When he first met Xu Mumu, he believed this girl to be a soft, cute little bunny. Now, she still looked like a soft, cute little bunny, but beneath lay sharp claws and steel-like teeth.

"No need, I feel a bit uncomfortable seeing this mess. It’s better to tidy up quickly." Xu Mumu shook her head. Back home, the house was always spotless with grandma there, everything neatly placed.

This house was clean too, but some things she still organized herself, lest anyone else messed them up, which would upset her greatly.

"Do you still need these? If not, I’ll have someone deal with them." What else to say? Better get to work. Zhou Yunhong pointed at the pile of wires.

"No, these are still useful." Xu Mumu shook her head, declining. She just hadn’t decided how to use them yet; there were too many things that needed electricity.

"Are we leaving them in this room?" Looking at the items, Zhou Yunhong asked.

"Just leave them here," Xu Mumu nodded.

After cleaning up the room with Zhou Yunhong, he left. He was also very busy, tasks given by Yin Yang occupying him, as well as helping oversee the renovations of Xu Mumu’s house, barely touching ground each day.

Xu Mumu’s gaze fell on several obsolete experimental instruments. Lacking avenues for high-precision instruments, perhaps she should improve them herself. It would make for easier personal use later, wouldn’t it?

Thinking this way, it seemed money-saving. Her hands itched more to do it herself, avoiding unnecessary expenses. Yes, all of Yin Yang’s money was hers; it couldn’t just be wasted.

Starting with the simpler one, Xu Mumu began dismantling it, first to understand its framework and figure out where to start.