Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 6 - Sister

"Please tell him not to come looking for me when you see him next time, cousin," she said.

Yang Peimin had never dated before in her past life and had no experience in handling these romantic issues.

Yang Peiqiong was somewhat puzzled, "Minmin, what's the real reason?"

She looked at her cousin, who had been resolute since regaining consciousness, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her face full of concern.

"Do you remember the rumors in the village about me and Xu Min, cousin?" It seemed she might have heard about it, but Peiqiong had never mentioned it in front of her or asked her to be careful around Xu Min, which made Yang Peimin curious about her cousin's stance.

Yang Peiqiong showed a surprised expression, "There were such rumors? Maybe people saw you heading that way. Minmin, is that why you're keeping your distance from Xu Min?"

She then breathed a sigh of relief, "If that's the case, you don't need to worry too much. Xu Min got into university. It's normal for some to be jealous or envious. Why don't you talk openly with your uncle and aunt? Xu Min is outstanding, and I believe they won't object."

Yang Peimin looked at her seriously and asked, "Do you think Xu Min will remember me after he returns to the city, cousin?"

Peiqiong laughed, patting her hand, "Silly girl, why wouldn't he? Minmin, you are handsome and cute. Who would bear to abandon you? Don't say foolish things. See when you're feeling better, and I'll relay a message for you both to meet and clear the air. It's better than you sitting here overthinking."

After finishing, seeing that Yang Peimin didn't respond, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Still worried?"

Her cousin really cared about her and Xu Min's situation. Yang Peiqiong, according to the original owner's memories, wasn't a foolish person. Did she also think that there might be a future between the original owner and Xu Min?

"Actually, I'm not sure myself, cousin. You don't know, but Xu Min sometimes seemed impatient with me and even said I had a bad temper. But I was born with this temperament. Shouldn't he, as a man, be accommodating and tolerant towards me? If he can't even tolerate this while dating, how can I expect him to do so after we are married? He's about to return to the city soon, and he will have a good future. I always feel uneasy, being just a girl from the countryside who didn't go to university like you all. I am not confident, cousin. Do you think Xu Min is reliable? That he won't change his mind or abandon me in the future? If you think he can do it, then I'll have confidence too. You and my parents promise too, and I believe they won't object then," Yang Peimin grasped both of Yang Peiqiong's hands earnestly and firmly, losing her usual coquettish demeanor.

Yang Peiqiong was taken aback, looking at the trustful and innocent face in front of her. She frowned slightly, "You really put me in a tough spot. I'm not a mind reader—how can I promise such a thing?"

Yang Peimin was extremely disappointed and let go of her hands, "See, even you, a clever and witty person like you, can't promise. Forget it, I don't dare to try anymore. Please tell Xu Min when you go back that we'll each stick to our own paths and stop coming to see me. Also, there's nothing between us, clean and clear. I hope he treasures his hard-earned chance to return to the city and leave a good memory for everyone. I wish him a bright future! I'm a bit tired now, so I won't see you out, cousin."

Yang Peiqiong's face looked choked up, but the smiling face before her was still unmistakably Yang Peimin. She was slightly dazed but nodded, thankfully not saying anything more, only managing to say dryly, "Then you rest for a bit."

At last, she had managed to send off the matchmaker.

Yang Peimin indeed hadn't lied; she was pretty exhausted. This body was truly weak. Just having spoken a bit more just now made her feel dizzy. She hurriedly poured herself a cup of hot water and drank it, then lay down on the bed, letting herself not think about other things, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was Yang Peiying who woke her up, as it was already time for dinner.

"Sister, shall I bring the dinner in here for you?"

Yang Peimin nodded, knowing that Zhang Minghua had not come back that evening and lacking the energy to watch others, she simply ate in her room.

After dinner, she called Yang Peiying over, "I want to wipe down and soak my feet. Is there any hot water in the kitchen?"

Yang Peiying nodded, "Yes, I'll bring some in for you."

Her sister quickly brought in the hot water, evidently ready to help her clean up, but Yang Peimin quickly declined.

However, Yang Peiying seemed unconvinced, standing in front of the bed, "Sister, let me help you. Mother said your body is still weak, and you don't have much strength in your hands. With this weather, you must clean up quickly—what if you catch cold?"

In her past life, Yang Peimin had never visited public baths or changed clothes in public; naturally, she didn't want anyone attending to her now, "Really, it's unnecessary. I'll just sit on the edge of the bed—it'll be quick."

Then she remembered another issue, "Right, do we only have a curtain in our room? Is there no door?"

"Sure, sister, you forgot that you were the one who had big brother install this door. You said it was unsafe for a girl's room to not have a door, but I'll keep watching here."

"No need, just close the door for me. I can handle it myself."

Peiying took her leave, looking back three times with every step, her face filled with concern, but the imposing command of her elder sister still hung in the air, and she didn't dare defy her.

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After sending off her lovely sister, Yang PeiMin quickly stripped off her clothes, wiped down her entire body, and then struggled a little with putting on clothes. Girls nowadays didn't wear bras, only under-shirts or vests, and she was wearing an under-shirt, which she was not used to. But since it was winter and it didn't show, she comforted herself and let it go.

After tidying herself up, she soaked her feet in hot water, feeling her circulation rejuvenate and her whole body warm and comfortable. She took out some of the original owner's Friendship Balm and applied it to her hands and face, a small consolation for someone as beauty-conscious as Yang PeiMin.

Peiying entered just as she had been uneasy the last time she had her feet soaked, "Sister, are you okay?"

"Yes, all good. I'll pour it out myself," she said, fearing her sister might snatch her task like last time, firmly planting her feet at the bottom of the basin.

Peiying nodded, squatted down, and wrung out a towel, "Sister, let me dry your feet for you, just lift your foot."

This, this is shortening my life!

Yang PeiMin quickly stopped her, "I'll do it myself!"

"Sister, you really should dry your feet properly." Peiying didn't stop her movements and reached out to lift her foot.

"Stop!" Yang PeiMin raised her voice.

Peiying looked up, confused, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"I said, I'll do it myself!" Yang PeiMin snatched the towel from her hand, briskly wiped her own feet, put on her socks and shoes, picked up the foot basin in one smooth motion, and walked out.

"Sister, let me do it, I'll do it..."

Peiying anxiously followed behind.

After she had finished the chores and soaked her own feet, Peiying glanced cautiously from her seat on the heated brick bed.

Yang PeiMin, who was lost in thought, looked at her questioningly, "What's wrong?"

"Sister, are, are you mad at me?" Peiying nervously twisted her clothes at her waist.

"Why would you ask that?"

"You, you didn't let me help you..." Peiying said quietly, head bowed.

Yang PeiMin was a bit startled and moved to compassion, remembering that the original owner always treated her sister like a servant, with Zhang Mingying urging her again and again to help her sister. Over more than a decade, Peiying had grown accustomed and took it as her duty.

Yang PeiMin walked over and took her sister's hand, "Sister isn't angry."

"Sister feels embarrassed. I'm older than you, I should be handling these things myself."

"Sister, it's because you've been unwell..."

Yang PeiMin shook her head, her hands, rough and calloused, contrasting sharply with her own soft, pale hands.

"Sister, we have two jars of face cream here. Every night before sleep, you should apply some to your face and hands..."