A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

"Xiao Lu, if you like it, let Yi Yi make you one of these sachets too." Jian Zhongliang, who couldn't squeeze in, could only stand at the door.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

Which eye of his saw that the other person liked it?

"Is it okay?" Lu Yujing looked at Jian Qingyi.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

Can she say no?

I was internally complaining.

But the words that came out of his mouth were still very nice: "As long as the political commissar doesn't mind that the sachets I make are rough."

"I'm only doing this because of Jian Yiwei and Uncle Jian, how could I dare to complain?" Lu Yujing's words were quite eloquent.

Hearing this made Jian Zhongliang feel extremely relieved.

"I wonder what kind of tricks the political commissar likes?" Jian Qingyi was too lazy to listen to his polite words and went straight to the point.

"Platycodon grandiflorus," Lu Yujing blurted out.

Jian Qingyi's lips twitched.

She thought he would say something like five stars, a lucky group, or koi fish, cloud patterns, or green bamboo.

But he came up with a bellflower instead.

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall, cold-faced, burly man had a small sachet of bellflower in his pocket, smaller than the palm of his hand...

Jian Qingyi got goosebumps just imagining that scene.

But since they've already spoken...

The old desk was by the window. Jian Qingyi squeezed past Jian Yiwei, and while pulling out the drawer, she used her body as cover to take out a needle, thread, scissors, and the remaining scraps of cloth from the small island.

The room was too small. It was fine for her by herself, but with these two tall men standing there, it was difficult for her to even stretch out her hand, let alone embroider.

Finally, they all went to the living room.

Jian Dashan, Jian Zhongkang, and Jian Zhongliang, the three men, accompanied Lu Yujing as they drank tea and chatted.

They said they were just having tea and chatting, but they mostly remained silent.

If it weren't for the TV speakers constantly blaring, there would probably have been an eerie silence.

In the kitchen, Mao Chunqiao, Wang Xiujuan, Li Meiqian, and Jian Xiaojing were busy selecting, washing, and cooking vegetables.

Jian Qingyi sat quietly at the dining table, making sachets, like an outsider.

It was as if neither of these events concerned her.

Jian Xiaojing, who was busy in the kitchen, would occasionally come out to refill the tea or pour water for the people chatting in the living room.

Every time this happens, Jian Dashan's brows furrow.

"Xiao Lu, how old are you?" Perhaps because they had been in contact for a while, Jian Dashan was no longer as nervous as before.

"Twenty-three." Lu Yujing sat upright, his eyebrows and eyes remaining unchanged.

They didn't seem very interested.

"Xiao Lu, do you have a boyfriend?" Jian Dashan asked tentatively, seemingly oblivious to Lu Yujing's lack of interest.

"No!" Lu Yujing's heart skipped a beat, and he casually glanced at the figure beside the dining table.

Jian Zhongliang frowned as he listened.

What kind of pipe dream is his dad having?!

Lu Yujing has climbed to her current position at such a young age; her family background must be quite ordinary.

Given Lu Yujing's qualifications and looks, even if it were her second marriage, let alone her first, it wouldn't be a chance for a family like theirs.

Seeing that Jian Zhongkang was standing between him and Jian Dashan, he subtly nudged Jian Zhongkang with his elbow, signaling him to stop his father from continuing.

Immediately understanding, Jian Zhongkang secretly tugged at Jian Dashan's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.

Having already lost his temper, Jian Dashan completely forgot his son's previous instructions.

He shoved Jian Zhongkang's hand away and looked at Lu Yujing with a sly smile, looking just like the Big Bad Wolf trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood home.

"Xiao Lu, what kind of conditions are you looking for..."

“Father, Xiao Lu is handsome and capable, so he should definitely find someone who is just as good-looking and from a similar family background.” Jian Zhongliang interrupted Jian Dashan directly.

As he spoke, he gave his father a look, signaling him to stop talking.

He knew his father doted on his eldest granddaughter, and he also doted on his eldest niece, but what kind of family background did they have? How could ordinary people like them be worthy of them?!

“Yes! Dad, if you want to be a matchmaker for Xiao Lu, you have to consider the conditions. How can a pheasant from our small county be worthy of Xiao Lu, the golden phoenix?” Jian Zhongkang hurriedly chimed in.

If things don't work out, it's one thing for those old fogies to lose face, but how will Yiwei and Liqiu face people in the military region afterward?

Moreover……

Are high branches so easy to climb?

Factory Director Wu's daughter-in-law has indeed married into a wealthy family.

From the moment she entered the house, she was responsible for making clothes for her father-in-law, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law, including their underwear.

Not to mention the three meals a day and cleaning at home...

And so, they didn't even receive a kind word from Director Wu's family.

It's better not to climb such a high branch!

Lu Yujing frowned almost imperceptibly.

He hasn't said anything yet!

Although I knew beforehand that the Jian family was somewhat resistant to in-laws from well-off families, hearing it with my own ears still made me feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Uncle Jian, Second Uncle Jian, you're too kind. What's with all this talk about pheasants and phoenixes, or family background? As long as two people truly love each other, I don't think family background matters."

"And..." He glanced at the dining table out of the corner of his eye, then his tongue twitched, "My elders also believe that mutual affection is more important than family background."

Upon hearing this, Jian Dashan became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Xiao Lu, what kind of person are you looking for?"

Mao Chunqiao, who was eavesdropping behind the kitchen door, pricked up her ears, eagerly awaiting Lu Yujing's answer.

Jian Xiaojing, who was sitting by the door picking vegetables, also slowed down her vegetable picking.

"She's very skillful." Lu Yujing's eyes slowly swept across the dining table.

Jian Dashan's smile widened as he thought of his eldest granddaughter's culinary skills.

It's often said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

With his eldest granddaughter's cooking skills...

Everyone who has eaten her cooking praises it highly.

Jian Xiaojing, standing at the kitchen doorway, pursed her lips, staring thoughtfully at the dishes in her hands.

Even Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang began to hesitate.

When Jian Yiwei returned home to make Lu Yujing's bed, he immediately sensed the strange atmosphere.

"Yi Yi..." He moved closer to the dining table and called out in a low voice.

Jian Qingyi, who was engrossed in making sachets, looked up at Jian Yiwei, waiting for him to say something next.

Jian Yiwei didn't say anything, but gestured with his eyes towards the sofa.

Jian Qingyi gently shook her head.

It's not that she didn't want to speak, it's that she genuinely wasn't paying attention.

While her hands were busy working, her mind was also occupied, racking her brains to figure out her grand plan to make money, and she didn't listen to what they were saying at all.

"Yiyi, do you want your dried tofu spicy or not?" Li Meiqian's gentle voice came from the kitchen.

"Spicy, add more green peppers." Jian Qingyi didn't hesitate at all.

She may be clumsy, but she's not brain-dead.

"Should we add some pickled mustard greens to stir-fry together?" Li Meiqian asked again.

"No!" Jian Qingyi couldn't stand the taste of pickled mustard greens.

"Why are you asking her? She's a seventeen-year-old girl who can't do anything but eat," Mao Chunqiao muttered.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear clearly.